Patience is the key

I am still healing from my mishap three weeks ago.

Three friggin long weeks ago!!

I haven't been able to exercise in three weeks... its driving me insane.

Tomorrow I will have another physio session and hopefully I get the green light (even an amber light) to do some exercise. The only exercise I can do at this point is walking, which I do everyday because I walk to work.

The lesson learned here is... don't help others. I have paid the price for it. And while it was a lovely gesture, blah blah blah, I still wished I didn't do it. I came out worse than my work colleague. And its starting to get overwhelming and uncomfortable.

And now he is ever so grateful and its getting too much now. He has sent emails thanking me, he has told me thank you after each time I come back from a physio at lunch, and now I have a card on my desk, thanking me for what I did. And in then there are prayers. Prayers for me.

Now I am not religious. I have no problem with people worshipping, praying or whatever but I don't like it thrust down my throat because that's just hypocrisy. I hate hypocrites! You can do whatever you please but don't talk to me about it. I'm not interested.

He keeps saying he is praying for me, and another colleague (also of a particular faith), keeps inviting me to pray groups. When did it become ok to push your own religious views in my person space?

I just want my back, neck and shoulders to heal, and be done with it... and I mean be done with the thank you's and the prayers.

At least I have four weeks to go until I can say good bye to this team and never look back.

I just need to keep my head down.