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Last week the insurance company was bound and determined that I not go back to work until I had my pathology. On Friday I talked to my case manager to give her an update on my results.
Once she heard that I wouldn't know my full treatment plan until June 19 (when I meet with the oncologist) she was equally as bound and determined that I return to work. As she put it more than once, "You're functionally able to work." It seemed slightly accusatory, even though it was her idea I stay on leave the extra week. Well, although it was a weird conversation, at the end of the day I do think it's time I go back to work. Waiting around to find out "what's next" would just drive me crazy.
So today was my first day. I forgot my password. I spent a lot of time sorting through email. I had to give a bunch of people the same update on my current health condition. All in all, it was exhausting. I am definitely missing my daily nap time. By the end of the day, I was ready for bed. How the hell did I do this on a regular basis?!
Once she heard that I wouldn't know my full treatment plan until June 19 (when I meet with the oncologist) she was equally as bound and determined that I return to work. As she put it more than once, "You're functionally able to work." It seemed slightly accusatory, even though it was her idea I stay on leave the extra week. Well, although it was a weird conversation, at the end of the day I do think it's time I go back to work. Waiting around to find out "what's next" would just drive me crazy.
So today was my first day. I forgot my password. I spent a lot of time sorting through email. I had to give a bunch of people the same update on my current health condition. All in all, it was exhausting. I am definitely missing my daily nap time. By the end of the day, I was ready for bed. How the hell did I do this on a regular basis?!