Date: January 25, 2025
So the year 2025 has started off pretty rough for me. On January 2025, I managed to slice the corner of my thumb off on the slicer at work. I have been to the hospital and to receive the plastic surgeon. Thankfully I don't have to have any surgery but the negative part is there forcing me back to work as of Monday the 27th. Both the hospital and the surgeon suggested that I take time off for a while to get my hand to heal. The hospital put a note of 14 plus days off in order to heal my hand. The plastic surgeon agreed with that because it is my right hand which I am right hand dominant so they want to make sure that I don't smack it or hurt it somehow. When I explain that to work I was told that the longer I am on WSIB, the higher the premiums go for them.
So basically, work is telling me that they don't care about my hand or my health and all they care about is the money that goes out for the premiums for the Workers' Compensation Insurance. Although they're giving me light modified duties, going back to work early has me worried because I know that I'm probably going to bang my hand while working, and I want to make sure that my hand heals. I'm going to give it a try on Monday, but if things don't work well or I feel uncomfortable, I'm going to bite the bullet and I'm going to tell Tracy just to put me on vacation for my follow-up appointment. Either way you want to look at it, work has screwed me out of money. First they cancelled my workers comp because they want to force me back to work with light duties. And then if I can't do the job that they expect me to do due to the problem with my thumb, I'm going to be forced to go on vacation and that's going to mean I get zero pay.
On top of all of this, I have been dealing with some depression lately. I already deal with very low self-esteem. And now I find myself sitting here looking at my injured hand and wondering how the hell I was so stupid to allow myself to get hurt like that. I suppose part of it was due to the fact that my mind was elsewhere. The day before my car had died at work and I was looking at needing to have to have a new battery. I had called to CAA to come tow my car and take it over to Ricky ratchets so that they could repair what was probably a battery. I was doing prep at work and thinking about how CAA was coming, and about the work that would need to be done on the car. When I was slicing the tomatoes, for some reason I do not understand, I reached out with my right hand to hold the plate down rather than the left hand I usually do. So when I shifted my hand, my phone got in the way and that's when it connected with the blade.
The one good thing that happened out of this injury, is the fact that I was given a sign that Mom is watching over me. When I had hurt my hand at work and I was getting ready to go home Dianne helping me get ready. I got my jacket on and she took my hot and put it on my head, pull it down over my face and then pushed it back so that my face was exposed. She then said "Oh there she is!" and I heard my mom. That was such a mom thing to say. It let me realise that my mom knows that I loved her and that I cared for her until the very end. She does not hold any grudge against me, or died thinking I hated her. I know that my mom is at peace, and I know that she is watching over me.
Hopefully in February when I go see the doctor, I will find that everything is healed properly and that I will be back to normal more or less. I also hope that the rest of my year can pick up. I had great plans to get my finances back in order. I had planned to rebuild my savings that I have gone through, and be able to get back to where I was. The situation with my hand has thrown a bit of a wrench into that. I've missed one week of pay, though I hope that workers comp will pay for part of that anyway. I have had to spend the money on cabs to get to and from the hospital, which comes out of my savings. And now with this stuff going on with my hand, I'm thinking of telling them I need that 2 weeks off to get myself healed, which means no pay for me and another dipping into my savings.
At the end of December I left Facebook. I was sick with the way of the Facebook was behaving, and I was sick of the treatment of the people on Facebook. But I have to admit, that I actually miss being there. I miss having updates from my friends, a place to write my thoughts or my feelings down, and just a general sense of not being alone. I made a decision when I close my Facebook that if I decide to return, it will be under a different name. I won't use Cheri Foster. I may use CL Foster for a new Facebook if I decide to open it, or maybe I'll just do something different. I thought of maybe doing something with my mother's maiden name and putting that as my last name and then picking a different name. Maybe I'll do CL Mitchell or Lyn Mitchell to incorporate the name. For now though, I'm just going to stick to being alone.
So I guess we'll see what the rest of the year holds for me. Honestly my hope is pretty bleak.