Yesterday I went to see the doctor again as it was the end of the period in which he had signed me off for work. I knew I wasn't quite ready to go back and thought maybe next week.He looked at me, said I wasn't at all ready and said he wanted the concussion clinic to make the decision about when and how quickly I return to work.
He signed me off for 3 more weeks. I was gutted. Up to now, in 15 years of work, I doubt I've totalled 4 weeks off sick. By the end of this 3 week period I'll have topped 7 consecutive weeks.
I expressed my dismay to work colleagues and friends - their response has been encouraging and realistic. "Embrace" this time and "make the most of".
My thoughts are mostly about what would God have me do in this time. Rest is clear - I need to rest to recover. But is there more to this rest? What more is there? Ps 23 comes to me again and has me thinking a lot (in a restful way though).
1 The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
for his name's sake.
4 Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6 Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.


