And so, back to life as I know it...

We've gotten part way through March and I thought I'd better get my lazy butt onto my sadly neglected blog and let all of my viewers know how things are.
Well, I went back to work last week, on what is grandly known as a graduated return to work programme. Basically, after getting me and my doctor to fill out the forms, I've ended up doing 2 hours/day for 2 weeks, 4 hours/day for 2 weeks and 6 hours/day for 2 weeks and then my normal hours. Last time I was knackered the first week. This time, not so much so and I'm only 3 months out, not 6 like last time. I do feel kinda stupid doing 2 hours, but I'm not going to object. Soon enough, I'll be wondering when my next holiday is. Most of my colleagues were lovely and welcoming too, so that helps.
I got behind the wheel of the car again. My GP did a medical assessment this time. Last time I had to have my peripheral vision checked and an OT assessment and driving assessment. It cost the amount required to feed a small African village for a year. So I'm glad that this time I didn't need that. It does have a medical condition to it, as she wants to assess my balance and eyes in a years time, but I can live with that. Oh, the freedom! I was getting heartily sick of having to wait for G to be home to drive me about, due to the lack of public transport.
I finally got rid of my headbands/scarves and combine. I took the final headband off today. I will probably wear it for a couple of weeks in bed, as I'm still reducing the amount of pillows I need to use to sleep on. I'll go down to 2 tonight. So far, so good, but I'm extremely paranoid that squishy will reappear and am found frequently touching my head behind my right ear just to check. If you see a woman in the Brisbane suburbs somewhere (or running a baby clinic) that keeps doing that, you know who it is. It's not really different to the fact that I was constantly adjusting the headbands anyway.
Finally, I have started going to the NAB (neuro balance clinic) at UQ, where they tested me in various ways, enough to have me almost falling over and have given me some exercises. They include staring at an eye height object, whilst flinging my head various ways and walking every day, outside. I've already slipped in the mud once and nearly tripped over a stone, but nevermind. A walk everyday can only be good for my fitness. I know I've probably gotten very unfit over the past 3 months, so I'm happy to do this.
So now I just have to get back into living my life.

Housework

I've been a busy girl in the house this week. I've been doing lots of those jobs that everyone loves to put off and realistically I'm putting one off right now, but writing on my blog is lots more interesting.
I've been doing some of the nastier jobs around the house. You know the ones: walls, windows, curtains, oven etc. Well to be quite honest, I'm still doing the oven, but all the others, done, done and done.
I've also weed sprayed: and it needs more done. I've potted plants, some of the windows on the outside are washed, as is the porch. I even culled some of the kids toys and put some stuff out to go to the tip/charity. I just need to wax my legs and I'm done (for now).
This work is so thankless and repetitive and needs doing over and over again. I really hate most of it. That's the tricky thing though. Which do I hate the most? The big things that only need to be done occasionally, or the little things that need doing constantly?
Probably a bit of both.....