It’s Not Working….

When The Teenager was six, his class had to present a short talk about what their parents worked as.

According to reports, he proudly announced to the class that ‘My mummy studied for four years to become a psychopath and she has her own clinic where she sees people.’ A quick call from the school later, and I had reassured them that I was actually a homeopath.

Some would say they’re not dissimilar. Telling people you’re a homeopath is akin to confessing you boil up frog skins and sulphur under a full moon, whilst chanting naked, trusted cat by your side. According to the media, we are a bunch of charlatans and confidence-tricksters who prey on the vulnerable and disenfranchised.

The recession and ill-health forced me to take a sabbatical from my clinic and I miss it. Homeopathy never felt like work, it was a passion and for me, it was always complementary, never an alternative to orthodox medicine.

I am currently in the middle of looking for a new job. The builder can’t employ me forever and much as I like stomping around in my Caterpillar boots, eating bacon sarnies, slurping tea and reading The Sun, it’ll be time to move on soon.

Hours and hours of scrolling through countless job sites has left me shell-shocked and disheartened though. After putting in my location, the hours I want to work and my skill-set, I’m left with chambermaid, cleaner, carer and security guard jobs. I know there’s a recession on, but c’mon guys.

So a little idea is slowly taking shape in my mind. I finish my degree in October, my head will be clear(ish) and I could possibly re-open my clinic. MS has altered my planned career-path, so why not combine the homeopathy with the knowledge gleaned from this degree in health and social care? Hmm. If I had a brain, I’d be dangerous.

I’d like to have a job where I could make a difference, however small. Not just working for the sake of it. ¬†Anyway, it’s just a thought for now. Who knows, my dream job may be just around the corner. Now excuse me while I light some incense sticks and pluck snails from my garden…

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6 thoughts on “It’s Not Working….

  1. Jan J says:

    Now that sounds like a woman with a plan – and to create a business around your passion- well, it’s everybody’s dream!

    Another cracking post by the way!

    Jan x

    • stumbling in flats says:

      Thanks Jan!
      It feels kind of odd to have a plan for the first time in a couple of years, lol. Will have to dust off my spell books and refresh my memory!

  2. Samantha Thompson says:

    Great post as usual xx
    Weird as well because last Saturday I struggled with my Vets job. It got so bad I broke down in the Kennel Room. I never cry there as I am so happy.
    I was scared and it made me choose a DMD. I was scared at the thought of leaving as I know it’s coming, that day I dread when I have to walk away from my passion.
    Last night though, I saw a lady enquiring about dog fostering and it inspired me.

    These are the things that people just do not see us having to contend with. There you are clearly a well educated clever insightful woman who is trying to make her way. A diagnosis of MS like many other conditions puts us at a disadvantage that no one is prepared to acknowledge.

    I am never going to get my green Vet Nurses uniform and there are no words to describe how much that hurts.

    I really hope with all my heart that you get to keep your passion in your life.

    Sam xxx

    • stumbling in flats says:

      Thank you Sam!
      It’s been hard for me to come to terms with the fact that the career path I have been working towards as a single parent for the last decade is now not going to happen. I was all set to work full time next year or so and that’s just not feasible now with dodgy energy levels and all the rest of it.
      It’s a bitter pill to swallow. I’ve worked in low-paid jobs, studying alongside, so that I can be around for my son, in the belief that very soon that would all come to fruition and I could ‘re-join’ society again. Ha! All the best made plans, eh??
      No wonder my GP asked when I would be giving up work. Seems to be one of our career options, once we’re diagnosed with MS,lol.
      Hope you are happy with your DMD choice, a tough decision to make.
      Take care,

  3. That’s a fabulous idea, SIF! Wish I lived closer so I could pop in for a remedy for the many things that ail me. Love the idea of you in wee shop helping people.

    p.s. You’d make a bang-up psychopath, too, I’m sure.

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