In the beginning...

... well not exactly the beginning, but until last Thursday I felt rather in limbo.  Last Thursday I saw the occupational health doctor at the hospital, who had thoroughly read the report from my consultant.  She asked lots of questions and wrote lots of notes.  The upshot was that she believes I'm not fit for work, so she's sending off the paperwork advising that I'm retired on grounds of ill health.  So it's the beginning of a new phase, and I will be on permanent holiday.  Essentially there won't be any change to what's been happening for the last year; I'm not suddenly going to be flying off to go skiing, or snorkelling - or even walking.  The curtain has finally fallen on my working life, and after a strange interlude of critical illness it's about to rise again on a new mystery. What next?