Well, dearests, I have been gone too long. Seems I have in the course of a month broken both my femurs, both of which required surgical repairs one on the 6th of August the other on the 31st of the month. So now I is bionic. I have a metal rod in each leg from the hip to the knee. But, dearests, I have progressed significantly and have started physical therapy which is teaching me how to walk without the aid of a walker. I am basically unable to sit in a chair for more than a few minutes so I write to you on my trusty iPad. So pardon my typos and the occasional superfluous commas.
I have been confined to the house basically since the first week of August. I was certain. I had a stress fracture as early as the 1st of that month, something that would only show on an MRI, which neither the ER at one local hospital would perform and another doctor refused to order. So on the 4th I was on the phone to Sophie as I laid on the couch, only to,utter those famous words. "Oh, my God, the fucker just broke' to which Sophie replied "call 911". Which I did. The paramedics were unable to get the stretcher in the house so they carried me out in a sling to a waiting ambulance. Off to the hospital was I. I was admitted and doped up for a day and a half until that Saturday when they performed surgery. I was hallucinating wildly, as one is wont to do when one is doped up. Something about Hillary breathing for me while the Donald offered me free air. And just as they were about to put me under I uttered my catchphrase "I think I am Hallucinating". And that elicited collected laughs from all assemble. In fact my remark was so memorable the doctor repeated it to me the next day when he checked in on me.
So surgery Saturday and home on Monday with visiting nurses and in home physical therapy. The cats were glad to see me and Simcha would not leave my side for days. Back to the hospital for another surgery, this time admitted on the 31st of August and released the next day. I have since had my stitches out and have started more intense physical therapy. Four weeks worth. I am going without pay as I don't wish to deplete my vacation time and even if I did I would still be out of time. My original FMLA paperwork said I could return to work 21st of December but right now I am thinking it may be more like the 17th of October.
My supervisor, and you know who you are, has not had the decency to respond to any of my emails or voicemails. And to be honest that is very hurtful. At this juncture I know I will go back to work but I don't know in what capacity. And if I can't return to authorities and my supervisor continues to be distant and aloof I may be forced into early retirement. Hell, the head of Tech Services sent me a get well card but I have heard naught from the good doctor. Yes, very hurtful, and very angst producing.
Okay, so tomorrow I have PT for an hour then meet with my financial guy to see what my financial options are to get through this financially troubled time. I'd feel better if my supervisor would deign to answer one of my emails, the one in which I asked how work was going. Like I say I have no idea of what is going on in terms of my job but I am anxious. And even if I return I dint think I will have any type of relationship with her but merely polite.
Yes, angst is a good term for how I am feeling. Also achy and easy for bed. It has been a long day of nothing but exercises, Law and Order reruns and HSN. PT manana and maybe I can coax JB into taking me shopping Thursday. That would be the highlight of he last two months.
But really should I complain? Not a day has gone by hat some friend hasn't dropped by or called, brought me meals and done my laundry. I am truly blessed with great friends. Angst notwithstanding I am in good spirits and healing nicely. October 17th is my goal to return to the land of a paycheck...excelsior!!!
