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Day 116

This morning I drove to Corton for their new monthly coffee morning. They have just started monthly. It took half an hour to get there and I had to sit in the car for a minute before I could go in. I have been awake since 3am, so I'm tired. When I went in I was greeted with a hug. There weren't many people there, but I had several conversations, catching up with a few people who had been ill while I was off, some of them still are ill. I was also blanked. Completely ignored. Can't please all the people I suppose.

And I have my Occupational Health report. If this one doesn't get a response from the Methodist Church there is something seriously wrong. There is no exaggeration in the report, but reading it all in one place makes me sound like I am not capable of working to my usual level again. There are instructions to allow me a phased return, with someone from the circuit to keep an eye on me to make sure I don't do too much. I can't imagine who they will find to do that. There is a recommendation that someone be prepared to step in for me when I can't cope. Again.... Evening meetings are out! It's very detailed. I will see what happens. The report has gone to my chair of district and the connexional mental health and wellbeing officer. I expect to hear from the connexion after Easter based on past experience. My chair of district will probably respond fairly quickly. But what will they do with me?

When I was hugged at Corton I was told that they didn't expect me to come back. But there were times when I didn't either.

I drove home and fell asleep in a chair.💤

 
 
 

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