Monday 10.10am. VERY nice doctor. She agrees almost immediately that I’m well enough to work. To be fair, I suppose the number of people that present at the docs insisting they want to be signed back on are few and far between in comparison to those begging to be signed off. Also, I’m so over excited with the prospect of a return to normality, I’m a bit hyper and gibber at speed about how well I am at her.
The upshot is, I can work.
Same day, without time to think about what I’m doing or how I’m going to feel, I’m at school. I manage to time my arrival to coincide with lunch time so what was an official visit to hand over my not-sick note turns into a social occasion. Because I haven’t had time to think and consequently to sweat and worry about how I’ll react, I’m fine and have a fab time seeing and talking to everyone.
The business manager is somewhat bemused by my sick note as it doesn’t advocate a phased return (because the doc has factored in that I’ll soon be off work again) and instead leaves it up to me to determine how much I am able to do. This laissez faire attitude may seem a bit foolish, given that it leaves me the possibility of doing the bare minimum. In reality, however, the reverse is probably the case. I’ll be so desperate to return to normal as quickly as possible that I’ll over tax myself and end up off work sick again.
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