Back in the saddle

The glorious mishaps on the return to work

Oh yeah, I am back to work — and happy to be so.

Photo by Lucas van Oort on Unsplash

When my surgery was scheduled, I looked over the calendar and decided that I’d be back to work in about two weeks. Sure, I’d never had back surgery before, but I’ve had surgeries before and I have always been a quick recovery. For better or worse.

My two week follow up appointment came, and I broached the subject knowing that not only could I return to work on at least a part time basis, but it is what I wanted. The nurse practitioner and I discussed, and she agreed to speak with the doctor the next day for approval. When she called the next afternoon with the verbal authorization, I did a mini celebratory dance in my heart. Not literally of course, that could end one back in a hospital bed. She promised the letter the next day, as while my word is solid, it needs substantiation from a true medical professional.

The next day was Friday and I kept checking the portal for signs of communication before I wondered at the end of the day if she was mailing it. On Monday, I called and left a message, as it was MLK day and I got the service. I also sent a message via the portal.

Tuesday came and went and I sent another message and texted the nurse practitioner. Nothing. Wednesday-nada, zilch. Thursday morning I called the office again and left a message. The doctors nurse called and I explained how I had been ghosted. She said she would get me the letter, and I would see it in the portal shortly. We hung up. I’d felt a sense of camaraderie with the doctor’s nurse because she also knows the pitfalls and perils of being a Nikki. She didn’t let me down — I had my letter within FIVE minutes of hanging up the phone. She’d made it effective for the next day, which sent off a flurry of texts to my manager.

The next day, I was ready to go, but ahhh, my accounts were not. So I chatted with my team and got all caught up with my manager. I also learned that my office desk chair was the most comfortable in the entire house. This Goldilocks never once thought to try her office chair as I went from seat to seat to find a comfortable landing for my bindered-up ass.

It would be a few more days before I had access back into my accounts but once I did, it was reassuring. And while I have used the time off to contemplate changes I want to make and finding a better balance between work and personal needs, it felt so good to be back in the flow. The first few hours felt a bit discombobulating, but once I decided to ignore most of the older emails to focus on current state, the flow came back like I had never missed a beat — or a vertebrae.

The surgery gave me back a good amount of energy all around and it continues to improve as the sleeps go by and I get closer to having my body unbound, and move into regaining some strength. The possibilities are exciting.

Song of the day: Sultans of swing, Dire Straits




Normal human in an extraordinaire world. Memoir / Humor / Just Life

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Nikki Barr

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Normal human in an extraordinaire world. Memoir / Humor / Just Life

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