Monday, August 27, 2012

Nervous working...

I'm nervous my co-workers think I'm lazy...I know my co-workers probably think that I'm lazy. I don't roll into work until 9:30 sometimes. I take flex days where I work 4-day weeks or half-days sometimes. But what they don't know is my mornings are explosive sometimes. I may roll in at 9:30, but I've been up since 6am. I've just been trying to get myself right so I can handle my workday.

I have to take pills to keep me alive. These must be taken in the morning. I wake with nausea, every day (part of the nerve damage). I still have to keep the pills down. So first, the nausea must be managed, and there's no telling how long that's going to take. It could be fifteen minutes... It could be an hour. Or two. I've learned to wake up early and give myself a lot of wiggle room. Right now, I'm taking time out---every few minutes writing a few words---as I try to manage this migraine that decided to upset plans this morning. Oh yes, beyond the usual monkey wrench, there's also the occasional uber-monkey-wrench. There is no negotiating with a disease.

So I have to start waking up earlier and going to bed earlier. I've made a new resolution to go to bed at 8:30pm and asleep by nine, so that I can wake up comfortably after a solid night's sleep at 5:00 in the morning. That should give me enough time to wrestle with my illness and still make it into work at a decent hour.

Today, however, is not that day! lol (*ow* migraine!)

I'm just glad that my work is solid enough that they're willing to be flexible with me. I am very fortunate, and very grateful. It was this flexibility that allowed me to work, even while technically disabled, before the Great Migraine incapacitated me. It's what's going to allow me to work now, even though I'm still technically disabled (I can't meet a 9-5/M-F schedule, there's no training or work aids that would allow me to do so, either). But I know that from the outside, this all looks like I'm just able to come and go as I please, and work easy. No one can see that I'm coming and going as my disease dictates, and that I have a second full-time job managing this beast.

As a result, I must be very careful never to take advantage of this situation for personal want. Their generosity and trust, beyond what they pay me for my work, is making this all possible. It's not right to abuse that. So I do my best to act in a state of gratitude at work. I remind myself several times a day: "We're all so lucky to be here..." This helps me stay upbeat (but not overly chipper) even on tough assignments. It allows me the emotional fortitude I need to look at a problem and go, "We'll figure it out, don't worry," rather than any number of negative responses. And I hope that makes up the difference that I can't keep a good schedule.

But of course, I still worry that they're not going to be happy about my irregular hours. What I should probably do is relax, because nervousness is not going to help the situation. Here's the self-talk I'm going to try to practice to see if I can't settle into the grove of things...
They like you. They told you as much. You're doing good work. It was a two month contract, and they're keeping you on indefinitely. It's more than you wanted. Don't let that frighten you. It means you can relax, that what you've been doing so far, they wholeheartedly approve. Breathe. You've done great, kid! You know what they expect, and you know you can deliver. Don't worry about when---they don't! Just do it well like you have been. Go get 'em, tiger!

Ah, yes... that feels better. What self-talk do you use?


  1. My self talk is done everyday in the shower to convince myself to leave the comfortable confines of my apartment and to go work. It starts with reminding myself that I'm a good reporter and person. And that my eating disorder will not define who I am. I found your blog by chance and enjoyed my visit.

    1. So glad you found me! ^_^

      I have to live with the fact that my illness has redefined me, and not all in ways that I like... but I'm learning to make peace with it. I can completely understand the "comfortable confines..."