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Going back to work!

On Monday 13th September I went back to work.  I am absolutely determined that I am going to lead a normal life and not "become a patient" (this was a phrase that the doctor used which I particularly like!!)  It would be all too simple to stay at home and feel sorry for myself but where would that get me?

In the beginning part of the week I found that my brain was not working adequately!  I had difficulty focusing on the job in hand so I allocated myself easy jobs which did not require much brainpower!  The doctor had joked that I would not be as bright as I had much more oxygen going to my brain when I had a high blood pressure!!

Each evening when I came home from work I would have to go straight to bed and I would spend the entire evening snoozing and then would sleep for a massive ten hours or so!  I have always been an eight hour a night person but this is ridiculous!!

However, I did it!!  I worked the entire week except for the times I had to go to hospital, for this I am going to give myself a huge pat on the back!!

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