This has been one of the best holidays I’ve ever had – just a fantastic week and a bit of not being stressed about work, or worried about pretty much anything (which, for me, is amazing).
But now it is over. Last night I struggled to sleep, as all the worries, stresses, and just all the flotsam and jetsam that makes up my job flowed back into my brain from wherever they had been hiding. My job is quite pressured, and though I love what I do, I don’t love the politics or the ancillary bits that make it harder to do the bit I love. I also don’t love the worry about blame, which is currently a big thing for me as a project I worked on is coming to fruition and (through nothing under my control) may end up failing.
The thing about my job being so high pressure, and extremely busy as well, is that I am quite worried about having to take off time for this whole process. I’m definitely not interested in telling my boss that we’re trying, so I’m trying to come up with another reason why I may have to go to a much higher volume of doctor’s appointments than usual. I’m not really sure yet just how many appointments will be involved…I guess we’ll find out at our first appointment.