Goodbye to a long year


     By the time you read this, 2012 will nearly be over. It’s a year that has had it’s ups and downs and I’m probably glad to see the back of it. Some the downsides have been quite traumatic: finding out that the job you’ve been doing for the past seven years, will no longer exist; Mrs H finding out she had a Melanoma on her arm; coming home to find the Police in the house after R*** had had a melt down; discovering that there was a plan in place to section R*** if needed and that the ‘plan’ had nearly been invoked twice, must all rank at the top of the downers. Then of course there was the uppers: getting a new job; R*** settling in at his new place; R*** taking to his respite without a problem; S**** getting a great review for his part in the local panto; surviving Christmas (still have New Years Eve) are all up there with good times. I also got a new laptop, and I was not sure if it was an upper or a downer. It was struggle to get it to how i wanted it, but when it was all done, it was brilliant!
     My writing is coming along. It is a slow progress, because I think in my own mind, that I’m not good enough to do it. I will have days when I will just sit at the keyboard, and do not know what to write. Then on other days, I will hammer out a couple of hundred words. But then i read back what I’ve written, and realise that it is nonsense, and I have to start again. I’m currently writing a story that has a troll involved. I’ve got up to 4000 words, but I don’t know where I am going from here, or even if going to take it any further. I may just use this a practice piece whilst I figure out what I really want to write about. I did start writing a blog for a national magazine and wrote a few  posts, about the local area and what was happening, but the stats were very disappointing, with no comments neither good or bad. You do need people to comment. Even if they just tell how bad the piece is, it shows that they have interested enough to read it and offer advice. I gave up after four posts and have not written anything for it since December 2011.
     I have recently taken one of the pieces I have written and turned it into a sketch/play. It still needs some work, but with that one, I know what I need to do. I’ve been reading and bought a couple of books about Creative Writing, and am now beginning to understand where I have to start from, and how to develop ideas. It is going to a long process, but as I have indicated to HR at work, I am interested in taking voluntary early retirement in March 2015, I need to get my skates on, so to speak.
     I suppose, that the last sentence needs a little more explaining. I work for local government, and without going in to the politics of it (especially my views) a number of staff in the 55 – 65 age bracket, have been asked to consider either early retirement (VER) or voluntary severance (VS). As I fall in to that age category, I decided to apply for VER. I have sufficient service to give me that maximum payout, and although the pension will not be full amount, I would only be eligible for a further £2000.00 a year if a I stayed on until I was 66. It has yet to be passed by management, but at my level, I do not think there will be a problem. It will mean a massive change, and I will need to get some kind of part-time job, to help with the finance situation, but I think it will be okay. So you see, if I can get my head around writing and develop the skills I need to write creatively, the boredom factor that people get when they retire should not creep in. Who knows, I may even make a few pounds from the experience.

 

     Well, I think I have blathered on for long enough. All that is left now is to wish you all a  very prosperous and successful new year, and hope that 2013 brings you everything you wish for.

Improving times


It’s just over three weeks since the operation, and it’s been a bit of a rough time for Mrs H. The main wound seems to have been okay, apart from leakage the first week, and a slight infection at the bottom end. That is right on the  crux of her elbow, so any movement would have delayed any healing there. No, the main problem has been her underarm. As part of the procedure, the surgeon performed, what I understand to be called a ‘Nodal Survey’. This, I believe is to check whether the Melanoma had spread to her ‘nodes’, which is not a very good thing to happen. Well, this has been where the main problem has been. Last Thursday, she could feel that there was more tenderness in her underarm that there had been the week before. Also there seemed to be a ‘bit of a lump’. By Saturday, this had turned into a very painful swelling, and did not seem to be getting any better. A very very disturbed night followed, and on Sunday morning she rang the ‘out of hours’ doctor. She was told to go straight to the emergency department at the hospital, as it sounded like a cyst. The only problem with that, was that R***’s support worker could not take him out that day, so he would have to come with us. So with a fully medicated son in tow we sped off. We were only in the place for about an hour, before we were on our way home with a packet of antibiotics. Job done. R*** had coped extremely well, and I think they may have pushed her up the queue a little, because of him. The infection is starting to improve a lot now, but the ‘Jubilee Holiday’ has been a bit of a damp squib, and not just because of the weather.

Work has been brilliant !!! Firstly, letting have the time off the week Mrs H had the operation, and now they have allowed me to take leave this week. Mrs H really could not have coped on her own, with R***. He can be difficult with all of, when there are no other problems. So a big thanks to them. Seems different, having a management team, that are willing to put themselves out for an individual. It’s not really happened with the last ‘team’. I’ll be glad to get back and start to become a real part of the team.

New job gets closer ….


It has been a funny week or three. Funny as in odd/strange not as in humour. R*** has been better since resorting back to the old medication. We still seem to be living on an knife edge at times, but he seems to be having a lot more good times than bad. We also have just found out that he has got his funding for the college we want him to go to. Not sure how long the funding will continue for, but it’s a start. Just now need to sort out the transport costs, and we can put that one to bed for a while.

Mrs H found out that the mole she had removed, was a Melanoma !! I think she kind of knew it really. So that’s not been a good time for any of us. She is having a scan next week, to see if it has travelled to her lymph nodes. Fingers crossed that it hasn’t, then it would only mean a minor operation in day surgery.

Now to the new job !! It has finally sunk in to those who are supposed to be in charge. My job has gone, and I am now going to be doing something else. I think will still be supporting the systems, but I will be moving office. A certain person (and those who know me from work, will know who I mean) has finally realised that I’m going, and he’s none too pleased about it. A few words were said last week, that led me to realise the this person does not care about what has happened to me, and is only thinking of himself. One of his comments, really hit home and got me very angry. So angry, that I accused him of having no respect for me at all. I did not get any indication from him that I was mistaken. He basically accused me of ‘walking away from the job’… That I was going to leave my colleagues in the lurch. The fact that I have been writing out instructions for the jobs I do did not seem to click. He meant that I somehow had some control over the procedure that had been taking place for the past eight months, and that I should have done something to stop it. I mean, what have they been doing since August to prepare for the eventuality, that I would not be doing the same job? Where is Plan ‘B’ ? come to think of it…where was Plan ‘A’ ? There was always the chance, that I would not get any of the jobs that were up for grabs. What would they have done then ? He has not spoken to me since.

Someone else asked me if I would miss the job? Their face was a picture when I said no, that I had had enough now. I think that they really were asking if I would miss them !! I’ve been in the job for 22 years. It’s going to be a big change, but i think I’m ready for it. anyway, I’ve no choice in the matter, so I’m going to give it all I have, and enjoy the challenge.