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.
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.
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