Lavandes Big hug for you - plateaus are good. I have a mental image now of you striding on, aiming for the summit. You reached a grassy plateau that seems a good spot to rest for a while. You still have your eye on the top.
Work is a difficult one, isn't it? I don't find the work itself hard, and it does fill the day. The first week I didn't mind so much that nearly nobody mentioned C at all, or even acknowledged that I had been out of the office. I work in a huge, huge office (and have done for over a decade, so know a lot of people) and only my line manager, and 2 other people outwith my team asked how I was coping. No one from Church (200 people mostly living a short walk away) has enquired how I am in nearly 2 months, till I got a text yesterday... so I was sort of thinking - well, people at work are there to work - not care - so what differnce does it make.
This week however, I did find work a bit harder - it's just the deafening silence of their lack of concern. The friends who won't call, the church who doesn't ask and now, sitting for umpteen hours a day with people who I've known for years, who can't say "how are you?" It is just over whelming.
And it's so familiar too. You look up at the clock I used to watch, and think - Catherine is getting picked up from preschool now. The clock is still there. Every other child is getting collected. But my daughter is dead. And the photos of other people's DCs sit on their desk, as they always did - and everyone else's child is alive and my daughter is dead.
I went to a leaving lunch on Tuesday, and one member of staff insisted on telling a "funny" story about A&E. (I work in a health related field). As he started I said clearly "please don't" - but he just went on, saying - don't worry it's funny! I wanted to announce that I spent 5 hours sitting in A&E with my DD on the day she died and I didn't find any A&E story particularly jovial.
If I had done, people (no doubt) would have jedged I was handling my return to work badly.