Day forty

Forty days! How biblical! Moses was 40 days up Mount Sinai, Jesus was 40 days in the wilderness being tempted by the devil. And I’ve been off sick for 40 days. In the Bible it’s not meant to be an exact figure. 40 is just a round number, like the 40 years wandering in the wilderness that the children of Israel did. But at the moment it is 40 days exactly for me.

I just had a phone conversation with my chair 🪑 of district and she told me to stay off until the end of January, so my 40 days are going to be very inexact. I was concerned that I had been off too long, but she said I should stay off until I am well again. She also told me to do nothing while I’m off, but then said she knows me well enough to know that won’t happen.

She thinks I’m a workaholic, but at the moment I’m just doing what I think is necessary.

Anyway, I slept well last night, which makes a change. I threw out all the tablets the last GP prescribed and I am back on the oesophagitis tablets because I had been experiencing heartburn. These are the tablets that give, as a side effect, abdominal pain. It’s a balancing act!