You may have noticed that my blog posts have been in short supply this week, for which a apologise. This week has not been the best week of my life, in fact its running on from an earlier bad week and into an even darker one.
In the past week I have been in hospital with chest pains, which after being wired to an ECG machine, stuck with needles and pumped with pills, turns out to be due neither to a problem with my heart, nor a blood clot anywhere, nor pleurisy. But even though they could tell me what it was not, they couldn't tell me what it actually was. Whatever it was left me weak, grey and my fingernails half blue!
I was discharged from the hospital and within the next hour I found out that not only was I being laid off but my partner was also out of a job. He could stop work tomorrow, next week, or the end of the month. Whichever the guys in the suits decide to choose - thanks. Thanks for sending our stress levels through the roof and thanks for the increased tightness in my chest.
I have spent a whole day digging out certificates and updating our CV's, rooting out suitable jobs, searching from the North East to London in the hope that we can find something within a month or else things will become seriously serious.
It seems that the knock on effects of the recession have caught up with us and knocked us flat, just when we are being told that the country is getting back on its feet too. Well, not from where I am Mr Cameron, as far as I am concerned its limping badly and about to fall over.
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