Let's start with the good news. The results of Sherry's biopsy came, and it was clear. They can't be 100% certain because of the size of it, but they are quite sure. He is continuing to do well. He had his appointment for his vaccinations this week and the vet was really happy with how he is.
Unfortunately, on the way to the appointment I fell. I hurt both feet, a knee, and the shoulder that I had injured in June. I had to be picked up by a couple of gardeners because I couldn't get up. After a while I was able to walk on, I had one of my crutches with me so I continued to take Sherry to his appointment.
A couple of hours later, however, one foot had become much more painful and was starting to swell up. Due to the other foot also being injured it took me around 10 minutes to get from a sitting position to a standing position. It was so painful that I called the hospital line and they sent a non-emergency ambulance for me. It turned out that I tore a ligament in my foot. I was given one of those moon boot supports, told to keep weight completely off it, and keep it elevated. Giung back to walking on both crutches has been difficult because of the shoulder injury. I don't know how much more of this bullshit I can cope with.
Work has not been great, after being told that I was responsible for a particular aspect and spending hours and days on set-up, I have a meeting with someone from another team who is to be involved to be told that this person had a meeting with my manager a couple of weeks ago, put forward another proposal, completely rewrote the documents I created, and the manager said that we will all do it that way. Nobody told me, so more days and weeks wasted on the work I was doing. I understand people wanting to go in a different direction, but it was disrespectful to not inform me.
The doctor put me on sick leave for a week due to my foot. I was surprised because I thought I'd just work from home, but after the disrupted sleep I understand why. I am not looking forward to going back to work. I quite liked my job until a couple of months ago.
So, the burnout is not getting better. Shit keeps happening to make it worse. Coping on my own with this stupid foot has been difficult. Sherry is not impressed because I can't take him for walks. Summer is coming to an end and I've only enjoyed about three days of it. I hope things get better soon otherwise I may lose my mind.
I'm going to concentrate on the first thing I mentioned. My lovely Sherry is doing well.
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