Ok firstly, I am incredible naive. Yes I follow the news duhh, I've read the headlines about the NHS cancelling a record number of operations and pointless strikes blah blah but I didn't see my part in that statistic so when I got told that my operation will happen within a three month timeframe. I happily quit my job, moved back home and revelled in being able to kick it back for a couple of weeks. Needless to say, the weeks turned into months and my date kept being pushed back.
Not knowing when I would be hospitalised isn't the greatest asset an employer is looking for or so I assume... I can't say I even looked for a job. Look at it is this way, when in your adult life can you have the perfect excuse for being a bum? I love the sympathetic nods from my neighbours and strangers when I explained the story of my tragic spine.
However the Christmas period wasn't so delightful. Explaining to my old school friend's my current situation was pretty dire. Nobody wants to be that girl, moaning on about her operation* but I also didn't want to be that girl who people assumed had a mental breakdown and is now living at home avoiding Facebook and getting a job.
Such a predicament I found myself in. So the dreaded question; "Rosie! Haven't seen you in so long! What are you up to these days?"
Do I say:
A. I'm unemployed and try to move the subject on to the weather
B. I'm unemployed BECAUSE I'm having a back operation wahh wahh
C. OMG is it snowing??
I opted for B, I tried A but it always failed, people are darn insistent around the festive season.
The first cancellation was pretty standard, phone rang the night before. My mum crept into my room with her 'I-have-bad-news-distorted-smile', I was secretly hoping someone I didn't know had died, a random celebrity from the 70s perhaps.
The second cancellation, now that was MUCH more dramatic. TBC.....
*Yes, I do know that this is the sole purpose of the blog but nobody is forcing you to read it.
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