I’m sat here watching Long Lost Family. I always get emotional watching this show. It makes me grateful for having my own family. I not only have my parents but an extended family too. Step parents, step siblings etc.
I have lost family members just like everyone else. I still miss them to this day. I may not remember all my memories with them but I remember my love for them.
Well, onto the day I’ve had. It’s been a good day, a productive day. One where I have put all down and accepted telly time as me time. The raspberry fragrance in the air from my candle.
The meeting with manager and director happened today. Talked me through the role. Which didn’t take long. I said yes. This means I will be working once a week in the office. Every Thursday. A full day one week and a half day the next, then repeat.
I’m looking forward to it. My mood has been great today.
The only let down has been by my NVQ assessor. She was due to ring me today about our meeting. But to reasons unknown has failed to do so.
Some more good news as I write this.
My other half past his entry level Maths exam. Second times a charm. Next stage is for him to do the next level to work towards his GCSE Maths.
Not too late to accomplish something which was failed earlier in life.
Why do I feel more awake now then I do any other time of day. It’s coming up to bedtime. An early morning beckons and no matter the time, early or late, I go to bed, I don’t want to get up in a morning.
I remember a time when I woke first thing without my alarm clock even going off yet.
“Life I suppose”.
A doctor said that to me before. My blood result had come back normal. He told me it was life, you’ll get over it!
So glad I wasn’t suicidal.
Thinking of what the doctor said to me, now just makes me angry. Saying that to someone, who another doctor, not long after, put me on anti-depressants and referred me to a counsellor.
Clearly not due to the other doctor. But because of life!
But because of life!
I got through that stage in my life. But life keeps coming – kicking me in the arse.
In just over a week I will be back at a therapist. This time in a group setting. So far not on anti-depressants. Hopefully, it helps me cope some how.
Writing I’ve found to help. I was never good at writing when at school. Sometimes even now, I’m not great. But I’m writing for me. I’m enjoying it. I’m sharing it.
Update on my job opportunity: now rearranged for 3:15 pm tomorrow. Let’s see what this brings.
My meeting with my manager was supposed to be at 9 am this morning. But I had a phone call to say she couldn’t make it into the office. Unfortunately, now I don’t know what’s happening with the job opportunity. I’m having to wait till she’s back in the office to rearrange.
I’m not big on waiting.
I’ve had to wait twelve days to get a response from my NVQ assessor about my next meeting. Now we’ve had a reply, I can organise the meeting itself. I’ve waited four weeks so far for the day itself. Two weeks to go.
I’ve also had my blood test this morning. Seeing if my Vitamin D levels have risen at all. I’ve been on supplements for seven weeks now. I don’t feel any different to the reason why I went to the doctors in the first place.
Good morning all.
First of all Happy Birthday to my stubben, fluffy butt of a dog. Gorgeous in every way.
Secondly, I wanted to write early today because I read an email sent from my manager last night about me furthering my job role. Having one day of the week in the office doing reviews and assessments. I’ve only been there nine months and I’ve potentially got a little promotion.
I’m excited but also nervous. I’m on annual leave at the moment so I sent a little email back saying I was interested and can we talk further about the role when I’m back. Let’s see what happens.
Time to do the day. Talk later.