Today I manage to wander back to work, but only for reduced hours - just to cover my desk shift. This stent is so uncomfortable. I feel like I am being poked constantly. Ow. I am still not passing water like I think I ought to be. Perhaps my body is so twisted from all the cancer stuff that it just takes forever to overcome something like stone removal. Or I am getting old. Or both.
My colleagues eye me with sympathy. They can see that I am not up to par. They offer to cover my upcoming night shift, and after finishing my reference desk shift today, I gratefully accept their offer. I cannot imagine being out of work for such an extended period over something that has been removed! I should be good to go. Sigh.
I hang on to the thought that once the stent is gone, I should be better. Of course, I am stewing about having to remove the darn thing and cannot even find the string they instruct you to pull! I will deal with that later. Right now I am going home and collapse.
No comments:
Post a Comment