I'm working full time now, I spend half the day standing and the other half sitting on my excercise ball. As instructed by my doctor, I get up and wander the halls periodically, peering into offices and dragging my numb leg. Sometimes I mutter to myself for effect. People are getting accustomed to it but I feel like I should be rattling chains, like the ghost of managers past.
Yesterday, the parking lot was snowy and as I was staggering from my car to my office I slipped! Oh, the panic! It was all ok thankfully, just a little slide, but the first thing I did was go on a quest for the company provided grippy traction shoe things (yes, I do think that's the technical name). I found one of the other managers and said "I slipped a little in the parking lot, I need the teethy, grippy things". So, what did this little statement cause behind the scenes? Today I had an employee come to me and ask if the white truck was mine, it was so I said yes. He asked if it looked clear and safe for me to walk to my truck, I said "ummm, yes...it looks fine"?. So he told me yesterday he was told I nearly slipped and died in the parking lot so they better make sure I was ok and the path to my car was Honolulu. I told him I was just looking for grippy shoe things, not complaining. Oh, the rumor mill! Apparently I barely escaped the cruel grip of Death yet again!
So, I'm almost back to normal...slow, stupid normal, but I am starting to do things without thinking about them so much. Little things like picking up small dropped items off the floor like a normal person instead of just saying "well, it's on the floor" like it just got sucked into a black hole and is gone forever. Every day is a little bit better and that's all I can ask for. Well, that and a million dollars.
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