Whee! I'm employed again!  Well, technically I always was, but  today I went for a meeting about my back to work program and I left it with a day / evening rotation on gyne / antepartum It's not my favourite area to work, but when I was floating I went there lots so I know what the ward is like.

The meeting went very well. My only real restriction is the amount that I can lift, but the functional capacity test that I did a few weeks ago had me lifting from the floor up to shelves of varying heights, repeatedly. I don't do that kind of stuff in my job.

They are going to talk to the manager of the ward, but in the meantime the position is being held for me and no one anticipates any issues with my restrictions, so the position is 99.9% mine!

There will be another meeting once I've been formally awarded the position, probably within the next 2 or 3 weeks. That will be to discuss the actual work program itself and the hours.

I had more than an hour to kill so I went around the hospital visiting wards to see colleagues. I can't believe how many changes have taken place. People have either quit, retired or moved to different wards or hospitals.

And!!! The insurance company thinks they owe me money. It seems that they had based my monthly income on 27 hours per week, when in fact I was working a 0.8 position which works out to 31 hours per week. Four hours at 60% of my income over all of the time I have been off work, works out to double digit thousands!   If my calculations are right, that means they owe me lots and lots of money!

I can't believe that after struggling to stay afloat that things are suddenly just falling into place. I'm afraid to stop and think about it for fear of jinxing it.

"It is good to see ourselves as others see us. Try as we may, we are never
able to know ourselves fully as we are, especially the evil side of us.
This we can do only if we are not angry with our critics but will take in good
heart whatever they might have to say." - Ghandi