Your health and work
Last week, I saw this article on how many hours we should be working before work starts to have a negative effect on our health. They found the work limit for a healthy life should be set ...
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I worked right through my initial treatment 10 years ago. I was on contract at a library doing special programs and picking up casual shirts in the branches. It was brilliant, I felt supported and as long as I was meeting my contract targets I could pretty much set my own hours.
I was made redundant --along with 12 of my colleagues a couple of weeks before my most recent diagnosis. I won't qualify for any Centrelink benefits untill the end of June and my income insurance won't pay because I wasn't working when the cancer was confirmed. Even though I had taken time off to get scans and tests before the tumour was confirmed. So, apart from mortgage protection I'm on my own financially until I qualify for Newstart. I can hardly bloody wait for the ritual humiliation which will accompany that. Not palliative so can't access my super
I so miss working. The days are endless and the chemo this time is really knocking me around. The heat isn't helping. I'm trying to revive old contacts and get involved with some volunteer work and studying to keep my mind active. There are so few jobs up here that finding employment when you are my age and well is hard enough.
I fear it is going to be incredibly difficult getting back into the workforce when I have a condition that I really have to reveal to a potential employer. Equal opportunity and diversity are much touted, but I think a great deal of that is empty rhetoric, I hope I'm wrong. Meanwhile my savings are dwindling and the bills keep coming in. Very depressing as I am too sick to get out and sell myself and still have to do radiotherapy (180 km a day round trip if I don't stay up there) when the envenomation is done.
Chemo yesterday and Neulasta shot this Arvo. Gawd I hate this. Oh well, that's my whinge for today. Going to go and play with the horse until the sun comes up. Marg.
I was made redundant --along with 12 of my colleagues a couple of weeks before my most recent diagnosis. I won't qualify for any Centrelink benefits untill the end of June and my income insurance won't pay because I wasn't working when the cancer was confirmed. Even though I had taken time off to get scans and tests before the tumour was confirmed. So, apart from mortgage protection I'm on my own financially until I qualify for Newstart. I can hardly bloody wait for the ritual humiliation which will accompany that. Not palliative so can't access my super
I so miss working. The days are endless and the chemo this time is really knocking me around. The heat isn't helping. I'm trying to revive old contacts and get involved with some volunteer work and studying to keep my mind active. There are so few jobs up here that finding employment when you are my age and well is hard enough.
I fear it is going to be incredibly difficult getting back into the workforce when I have a condition that I really have to reveal to a potential employer. Equal opportunity and diversity are much touted, but I think a great deal of that is empty rhetoric, I hope I'm wrong. Meanwhile my savings are dwindling and the bills keep coming in. Very depressing as I am too sick to get out and sell myself and still have to do radiotherapy (180 km a day round trip if I don't stay up there) when the envenomation is done.
Chemo yesterday and Neulasta shot this Arvo. Gawd I hate this. Oh well, that's my whinge for today. Going to go and play with the horse until the sun comes up. Marg.