After my fall, I had contact with my colleagues from the department’s quality of education. They sent me a nice bouquet. Technically I wasn’t allowed to join meetings in that department. These colleagues were the last ones I worked with, and I would still be working with them when my fall didn’t happen. I felt sad because I had to cancel an audit and a conversation after an audit we already did at a school. When our first lock-down was about to happen, I tried to stay in contact and reached out to them to help them. Even in bed, I enjoyed being a team member. I loved working on this team. Contact was possible because I wasn’t removed from that Whatsapp group. Helping, on the other hand, was impossible. I didn’t have the allowance to the systems they worked in, and I couldn’t join meetings. On March 16th, I was removed from that Whatsapp group too. At that moment, I lost my connection with my workplace and colleagues. I felt lonely, still not knowing why. The only contact I had from the big board I work for was a principal colleague I loved working with at a school. She sent me a card with her colleagues at that school.
In that period I also planned a run at the CPC-run in The Hague with my daughter. We trained for it, but there was no way I was able to run in this condition. So her father would run with her. He picked us up, including the wheelchair and crutches. Because I couldn’t leave my leg down, I had to use the wheelchair. When my daughter and her father went to the start, I felt terrible. I got stuck in a muddy field—Luckily there were many people and nice men who helped me out. So I saw them just before the finish. A great day for her! Also, a great day for me, because I wasn’t all alone captured in my own house.
