Well I’m off to work one final non rolling backshift. As of tomorrow I return to a full rolling 24 hour pattern (Booo), I am however off tomorrow (Hooray).
In truth I can’t complain, it’s been 18? months (maybe more) since I worked my normal rota, and I do still have a job to go back to.
What I’m less sure off is how I’ll cope with moving shifts again. After something like 20 years where I had no sense of day or night, could eat dinner for breakfast, and breakfast at 2am, and could sleep anywhere, anytime, I’ve rediscovered a daily rythm over the last year and a bit. I wake in the morning, and I’m tired at night.
Perhaps it will come back to me like riding a bike; once you learn, you never fall off again, except for the potholes, and unexpectedly high kerbs, and the on-coming cars that aren’t looking for a cyclist….maybe its not that much like riding a bike…
Elsewhere in this life; I phone up the eye hospital (again), wondering, just wondering, if my specialist surgeon is back from holiday (Afghanistan perhaps?) and if they have date for me? This time I do not get “Greg”.
“Dr M? Oh he’s been back a while now. Well I see there’s a space in mid September…would that suit?”
Since I have been repeatedly “advised” not to keep calling up, because they’ll contact me when they have a suitable slot, I really wonder why I’m only getting a date only 2 weeks away after I phone and ask. However now is not the time to quibble and I accept my appointment with destiny (or Dr M), and review my application for Bond villian (” It’s my Cyber -eye Mr Bond, I saw you coming from last week…..)
(Hoorayish?)
Lastly, for now I’d like to thank the many generous donnors on my just giving page.
We (for it is a team effort) are now at £350 plus (out of £200 target). Changing a little day to day on the strength of the Canadia $ (Thanks Tam and Su).
I am deeply flattered by your collective support, but I as they say “the lines will remain open” so you can still give generously to see me burn burn burn.
“No life half lived”, That’s the charity’s (Chest Heart and Stroke) slogan. A good thought.
(Hooray! Everybody)
Next week: Oh god I’m working…
Dalmallyfest the Asylum 