Skip to main content

On Mondays. And lots of rules.

Mondays can be a challenge. There's the whole shock to the system of waking up and realizing it's not the weekend anymore, which kind of blows. And then the jolt out of the lazy flow of the weekend into the time-focused 'gotta be at the office by x time, gotta get ready for the company meeting, gotta check emails/deadlines to ensure nothing is on fire' stuff. And then the reality of settling into the week...and knowing that this one will be a full one. They all seem to be.

This week for me:

Work. Lots of good stuff going on, but 'lots' being the watchword.

School. 2nd trimester starts. Tomorrow a.m. So tomorrow for me is school, 9-12; work 1230-430; clinic 5-9. Long day, Tuesday.

For this I've washed and pressed my lab coat, cleaned out my tote (it is truly amazing what collects during a trimester in terms of used kleenexes, abandoned index cards, folded notes that were important at some point but now are just extra weight, stale snacks, etc.), and will lay out my outfit tonight. And probably press it. Because it's the first day of a new term, and there are new profs and a new clinical supervisor and so on.

An aside. School is interesting when you're my age, as are the endless emails regarding the school's absence policy, rules of behavior, parking charts, financial policy. I find it interesting that we are being trained as physicians of Oriental medicine, and yet are often treated like early college students. I suppose they must impose rules to keep chaos at bay, but there's a part of me that goes, 'Seriously? Are you sure it's a good idea to let people as clearly irresponsible and incapable of making good choices as we are loose on an unsuspecting patient population? Really?' Ahem, apparently I am still in junior high...in my mind.

Over the weekend I rushed around doing pre-school stuff. Like laundry, which I folded and put away as it was emerging from the dryer, unlike my normal practice of doing it all, then getting to the folding part as energy allows. Like giving myself a mani-pedi, because even though we wear close-toed shoes in clinic, knowing my toes are painted and pretty beneath the comfy Danskos gives me a strange kind of confidence. Kind of like wearing pretty panties beneath subdued slacks, I think.

Tonight will be about relaxing a little, maybe giving the books for the class a glance, and then just settling in to evening.

Because as of tomorrow morning, things get real. Again.


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

It might have been the moon

 The second Super Moon, also a Harvest Moon, just happened. On the same night I had my mini-meltdown. (see prior post). I've talked with several friends who reported intense emotions, mostly around stuff that needs to be released, resolved. When I think about my angst, and how intense it felt, I realize it was all about that kind of stuff. Old stuff, patterns, thinking, habits. So maybe the moon precipitated things. The bubbling up of angst and anger and icky stuff lasted all that night, but had calmed by yesterday morning. Thank gawd, because that was a morass of darkness, the likes of which I haven't experienced in at least a decade. The rest of the weekend has been pleasant. Uneventful. Full of errands, chores, a really nice walk this morning, yummy food, naps, etc. The one thing about energy that feels constant is that no mood lasts forever. Energy continually shifts and morphs, like the Universe knows too much, too long, of any one sentiment just isn't a good idea for ...

It's been a minute

Oh, what a summer it's been! Heat, the likes of which we have never seen seems to be enveloping the planet. They told us this would happen, and it is.  Now what? Is it time to think underground bunkers? To really explore moon colonies? To continue, on an individual basis to do what we feel we can to help the greater effort? We bought a hybrid two years ago. We'll probably buy an electric car once we feel like the infrastructure is in place, but right now, it's not.  We recycle. Glass ( WHO is drinking all of that wine?! I ask myself each time I toss the bottles into the big bin.). Food. We compost all but animal products, and use it in the garden.  Cardboard/cans/plastics go in the recycle bin each Tuesday. My husband thinks the whole recycle thing is a big scam, and that all of the recycling and trash gets taken to the same place - the dump - because there isn't adequate staffing to sort and really carry out the recycle process.  I feel this is a cynical view, but ...

Experiencing system issues

Last night we booked my return flight from Rhode Island. The one I'll be taking once I've situated Daughter in her dorm digs. We used rapid rewards, which tends to take a little longer than other transactions. But still. We were on the phone for almost an hour. An hour! Really? And we had to give them the credit card number 5 times. For one flight and one rental car. I'm just sayin' you guys may be the best bet out there in terms of airline choices, but come on! At least provide fun Hold music if you're going to make people engage for that long. Seriously.