Monday, May 12, 2008

Rat Race


Just a quickie as I am in the middle of preparation for work tomorrow.

I feel as if I am on a treadmill - trudging along. My optimistic and slightly eccentric outlook on life sometimes deserts me, often due to hormonal reasons or overwork or stuff that's going on but by and large I am able to enjoy things, drink the elixir of life, squeal with pleasure ... you get the picture!

Not so tonight.

I have seen clients back to back throughout the day. The last one did not finish till 5.30, got stuck in traffic which meant I did not get home till 6.45. I have eaten my meagre but healthy dinner and now I am back in my office preparing for work tomorrow!

So, I ask myself, is this it? Is this what life is going to be like for the next umpteen years. Now in my rational moments I know this is not true. There is so much exciting and wonderful stuff going on in my life at the moment I can barely get a full nights sleep due to anticipation. Not so tonight - tonight it seems bleak.

After running off my handouts for my over 35's group (all relationship stuff) and catching up on my screening intakes, and a letter to an errant patient I have to boldly go into the kitchen to prepare for tomorrows lunch.

Tomorrow the alarm will go off at 7am - up for a run, shower, breakfast, drive to work, work, eat prepared lunch, more work, drive home, eat meagre dinner, prepare for presentation the following day, back into kitchen to prepare tomorrows lunch ... and so on.

Oh grizzly.

I need my fairy goggles so it can all seem magical again.

Funny what too much progesterone can do for one. Sigh!

7 comments:

trousers said...

Ah yes, the amount of times I wake up at the same time in the morning, get out of bed the same way, see the same faces on the bus and hear the same shitty mobile phones blaring out music....and what for?

Though I can't blame it on progesterone (well I could, but not without some rather grave questions being asked), I have such moments often enough: I suppose plenty of us do. The bleak days do pass, though, thankfully.

Kahless said...

Hey, why dont you take a sickie tomorrow?

Böbø said...

Oh it's just the world of full time work that can sit like an elephant on your life, and squeeze out the joy with her fat bottom.

You'll get her off.

Or burn out
{hint}

Nick said...

Sounds like the real bummer is the commuting. An hour or so each way? If you could find a job a bit nearer, that would make a big difference. Or perhaps you just need a holiday?

Hullaballoo said...

Wave wave. Yooooohooooo! Helloooooo!

Bollinger Byrd said...

well sweetiepie, you have the answers. You know what you need to do. And if you don't I'll tell you on Wednesday
bbx

DJ Kirkby said...

I agree with kahless, give yourself a mental health day.