It feels strange, starting the week off with only a ten-hour day. Nice, too. I do enjoy working at Medassist, but those 16-hour Wednesdays kill me sometimes.
I did have a good nap last night before coming to work, too, which helps a lot. Slept from 16:30 'til 20:00. Feel pretty good. Hopefully I can maintain a good sleeping schedule this week. Last week off worked out pretty well, too. I must be doing something right for a change.
Time for a little sober reflection on the past year and some possibilities for the next:
I left work early, not much to do and I was really bored. I wound up doing quite a few patients last night, nothing big or interesting, and no big rush, just a patient every half-hour. I did get to eat (Turkey, dressing, yams) and as I was eating I noticed that the cafeteria was deserted except for me. Then Lisa from Respiratory bops in to get some tea. "Doug!" she says, "You forgot! I brought in a turkey tonight!" Well, indeed I had. And I had already paid for my food and eaten most of it. And I had already helped pay for the turkey Lisa brought in too. I miss my memory, especially when it costs me money. And I'm sure that Lisa's smoked turkey was a bunch better than the cafeteria turkey that I ate. O'well, such is my life.
Food... too much junk food lately. Lotsa fudge, probably two gallons of Egg Nog (I just love egg nog) all kindsa different candy, pastries, Karen's Lasagna.... too much for me. I'm afraid to get near the scales. Ignorance is bliss. Well, maybe not bliss, I still worry about my weight... I just don't know how much to worry yet.
I need to put regular exercise on my list. It's been on every other list I've ever made, might as well be on this one...
Several errands to do, and the places that I need to go don't open until 09:00. The one place that opens at 08:00... I was there at 08:10, but I had forgotten my checkbook... and I had gone out specifically to pay bills. I have CT'ed some brains of some people who lost their memories, not pretty. Something else to worry about. The only thing is, I probably don't worry enough. If I did I might do something about the things that should worry me more. Bumper sticker(and some sigs): "If you're not worried about (stick something in here) then you don't have any idea about what's going on".
That's an apt way to end todays' entry....
Last Year:
1997:
We'll see what happens here.