What a week

I’m twenty-five now then. Do I feel different to last week? Not really – a bit healthier and less sleepy, but apart from that..
Sophie went back yesterday. There were lots of hugs and tears and promises of daily phone calls. It’s nice to have a female member of our family leave the house without us being glad she’s gone.
My birthday was great, thanks for asking, despite the flu. I was feeling a bit better so Sophie and I were able to chat lots and plan some stuff for later this year. Hannah stayed in bed with a portable DVD and a temperature over a hundred but I still had a good day, considering.
Work called this morning saying I have to drop in a doctors note as I’ve been off sick for a week now. I pointed out the paradoxical nature of a situation in which I’ve been ordered to stay away until I’m better, and then ordered to turn up with a medical slip. They welcomed my comments with the enthusiasm of someone that’s just been diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma on their birthday. I told them I’d be back at work Monday night, and please stop bothering me with phone calls when I’m poorly. They said something like ‘rules is rules and you’d better…’ but I’d put the phone down by then. My enthusiasm for the place is waning somewhat, which doesn’t bode well considering I only started working there a week ago..

Oh well, back to my ‘recovery’
(and Series 5 of The West Wing)

RC 22-1-09
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