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Not specifically liver related. although let's say it's in the same family tree.
I didn't really say what my appointment was for. I still won't, specifically, but dental health might rhyme a little.
It looks like the NHS can save my life. Yay!
But I will definitely lose my flat, probably my job, possibly my cat and likely the love and respect of my parents.
The team I saw today want me to commit to a five day regimen of intensive care in a secure unit, then 14 weeks residential care. Help, for example housing association accommodation, benefits and social care will be available on my release.
I may be able to get some sort of unpaid sabbatical from work. But I'm guessing I'd have to be honest about my whole, I mean whole and total history. And if you know me you know what I mean.
I have at least this week to think things through. They have not imposed a deadline, but I meet with Social Care next Tuesday. If I decide to set things in motion at work I have no idea how long it would take for the people I saw today to find me a placement, let alone how long I'd have to pack things up here to put in storage.
I feel like I've let everyone down, from Limey, Dani, Carr and all the other who helped, wished me luck and sent me a moving-in present, to Mum & Dad who have helped already with the bills. I want to believe I can in fact recover in bite-sized chunks and continue in a job I do enjoy.
I'm not coping at the moment. Not at all.
But I'm not on the On Risk Register, so I can't be that bad. Maybe just a change of meds and rub some dirt on it?
Anyway. I am confused and conflicted. Am going to post some jolly photos of Leeds in the West Yorkshire thread. They are written by the same person, I just have the unfortunate habit of trying to lock things in boxes in my mind. Until they go rotten and start seeping out.
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