The forthcoming week will see a couple of “anniversaries”, although there probably won’t be massive celebrations....
That said, I suppose that reaching the milestone of ten years working for the National Blood Service is some sort of achievement. It’s actually the longest time I’ve spent with any organisation, but still some way behind Elaine who is closing in on a remarkable three decades with the Service. My role has changed quite a lot since 2nd December 2002... and considerably since May this year.
I enjoy what I do... I like to think I’m pretty good at my job and I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to continue for many years to come – although I suppose that working within the public sector offers little in the way of guarantees right now. I work alongside some good people and I’m fortunate to have a great boss, who has given me the chance to develop and express myself (more than anyone else I’ve ever worked for...). It’s been an incredibly tough few months though... possibly the hardest I’ve ever known in the workplace, but whatever happens, I consider it a privilege to be just a tiny part of the NHS.
The second event (although chronologically the first) will be on 30th November. On that date in 2011, I was staying in a Birmingham hotel and suffered the worst emotional crash of my life. I was a total wreck that night... Elaine was hundreds of miles away and even though I could reach her by phone, I’d never felt so alone... or desperate.
It was the events of that night that prompted me to reveal, through my blog, that I suffer from depression. It was a tough thing to do, but for me it was an important part of the coping, or healing process. It hasn’t been (and sometimes still isn’t) easy... but the good days must and will outweigh the bad ones and knowing that I’m loved and cared for just makes such a fantastic difference.
Hopefully, when 30th November has come and gone, the memory of that night in Birmingham can be finally consigned to history... I hope so because when all is said and done, Elaine and I have so much to look forward to and I’m determined to make her (and all those who love me) both happy... and proud.
All my own work... almost.