Thanks Victor.  How is your mom?
In a strange way, thinking of her undergoing much worse surgery on the same
day as myself helped me to be more positive, and actually think I was lucky
while I was lying on the trolley.

Tweed
(almost changed my mind when I was injected into the eyeball though..)

Stinky piles on, and adds some chirps. ;)

Theresa
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That's very kind of you to say so, Adrian.

Yes, I'm sure it will.  I have fallen into the trap that a lot do, staying
up ridiculously late and not being able to get up at a reasonable time.
There have been a few times when I'm still up at 6 a.m.
I have to stop doing this, and get myself into a pattern of going to bed no
later than midnight.  I'll have to be up before 7 soon.

I'll try.  Can't promise after January.  I'll do my best.  Hey, I couldn't
completely stop posting, I love you all too much now. ;-)  I will keep in
touch as much as I can.
Already I have less time.  Meetings at work almost weekly about my return
and how it will be facilitated.  Visits from "societies who help people with
visual impairment" at my workplace, 11 miles away and I have to be there.
Next time Monday p.m, to show me a temporary thingie that I am being lent
until the state of the art "MyReader" arrives from New Zealand.

The Social Security place is on my case too. Wow, they give me 60 quid a
week to live on, Incapacity Benefit.  They now seem to believe I'm getting
an Occupational Pension.  They said that the Inland Revenue told them I was
getting one.

One day I will get an Occupational Pension.  That day will be when I retire,
which is a way away yet.  2013.

Pam, I understand what you're going through with Rob's claim.

They even phoned me up two nights ago to tell me they wanted me to see one
of their doctors about why I couldn't work.

<flash of temper> which I controlled.  I explained exactly what had happened
to me in the last twelve months, that I had a job to go back to and we were
awaiting adaptations and stuff so that I could go back to my job soon.

"We'll talk to you after Christmas, then."

I'm afraid I had to put the receiver down.
Rant, so 60 odd quid a week pays my bills and groceries, eh?  Of course not.

Did I ask for this eye problem to happen to me?  No.

Can I help it if I have to be very careful afterwards for quite a while that
everything is healed so I can resume work?  No.

Do I want to put my sight at risk through going back to work too soon and
having to lift things which might cause my much operated upon retina to
detach?   No.

Although I feel a certain responsibility towards my employers to run the
department that I am supposed to, that responsibility does not come anywhere
near risking a threat to my fragile sight.

I only have two eyes, and one isn't much good.  They could easily employ
someone with two good eyes if necessary.
It's nice that they're keeping my job open and giving me the help I need to
continue it.
However, they *have* to do this by law.
It isn't because they love me ;-)  Which they might, and I think they do
actually. But they are obliged by law to assist an employee who becomes
disabled in service, back to work.

Do you all realise what effect my absence from 8-4 will mean to my poor boy
and girl?
I don't intend to keep the back door open any more so they can go in and out
since my neighbour had 10 chickens stolen a few days ago.
It was *not" a fox.  Foxes don't take a heavy paving slab off the roof and
leave the roof propped up neatly at the side and a stick inside the run
where they drove the chickens into the bedroom part.

Is quite rural here and we thought it was safe for years.  Now it isn't.

I shall have to lock up, and the cats will have to spend the day in the
conservatory with it's open door so they can get in and out to two beds that
are in there so I can lock and bolt the back door.

They both have big winter coats because they are out a lot.  I'm sure
they'll be fine.
But it's not the same as being able to come in to a warm(ish) house for the
last year as soon as a little miaouw is heard at the door, is it?
Can't spell the cat sound.  Meow or what?

Tweed

It was mainly the eyes, which not to worry too much about, but also the fall
down the stairs, which it seems *is* something to worry about.

Thanks, need them at the moment,

Tweed

I'm catching up fast  185 unread, 89 not downloaded Just stop posting for a
day y'all!!  You talk too much  (only joking)

Tweed