Charlie's Bird

living the dream with Charlie and Thandi and chirping all the way back to the nest.

Archive for June, 2018

Good weekend

…sometimes it is really nice to not have any fixed plans, and be able to just chill, have a G&T mid afternoon, while catching up on some netflix on a random saturday afternoon.

So the weekend was good – friday started with some soothing on the couch with a pizza and some wine – chilled, relaxed and good. We were all quite tired after a busy week; and Thandi especially after the long term. I had a flippen delicious pizza with thin slices of baby marrow, topped with artichokes and parma ham, with a sprinkle of fresh oregano. We started watching 13 reasons why on Netflix, after T was in bed, yoh, it’s quite disturbing…

My running was a little cursed this weekend. Don’t worry, I got my required miles in – alone! So saturday morning I get up bright and early in the cold (6degrees!) and head off to the meeting spot – the run starts at 6:30, I arrived at 6:31, and I could not even see a hint of even the back of anyone – knowing that it was still very dark, the route starts off through a forested area, I was too anxious to try to catch up to the rest of the group, I tried to find them at a few other points, by which time I was irritated, so I headed home, waited for the sun to rise, and then went for my 14 km run. On Sunday a pretty similar thing happened to me, I have 2 phones, most of the running chat happens on my work one, which I ignore on weekends; anyway, I had checked the meeting place, headed off there and when I couldn’t see car, I panicked and quickly drove to the other place the club often meets – none there either; totally irritated now I headed home, waited for the sun to come up; and then embarked on my long run alone! (it was tough!) Turns out I had the right place first time round, they had just all parked behind the MacDonalds in the car park; and I couldn’t see them – Grrrr! Anyway, I am chuffed with my mileage over the weekend; and I even managed a short very slow recovery run this morning. My body is tired!

Saturday was spent chilling, Thandi went to a party in the afternoon, so Charlie and I celebrated on the couch with a G&T and netflix. (and no, not that kind of Netflix and chill!) A steak braai with friends followed in the evening; which descended into hilarity watching James Corden’s Carpool karaoke – hysterical. Sunday we headed a little way out of town to one of the little coastal villages for lunch with old school friends of Charlie’s. Also a good afternoon, filled with lots of laughter and some yummy food.

So all in all, good recovery time for my exhausted soul…

 

Farewell and welcome

…so goodbye to the old senior partner; and welcome to the new one – ME! Flip, how did that happen? 13.5years into my practice here, and I am now the senior one! (makes me giggle!)

So the shindig went off well last night, my speech, which i did actually scribble a few notes down about went off well with lots of laughs in response. The food that my cheffy friend produced was amazing, and the gin and wine bar was drunk dry! Success!

And today I am extremely glad that it is the weekend. I am done! Can’t wait to have a quiet night!

Catching my breath

…phew, it has been a sprint! I really have had a rough week, so much work, so many complications! Every day and night I have had some unscheduled drama. Just when I think, ok universe, the work is done, now I can chill, another disaster comes along – yesterday morning there was a delivery and last night a poor woman with an ectopic pregnancy that I had to operate on, and it was one of the trickiest ones I have ever done! Anyway, thankfully this morning she is looking and feeling better. The last week has been a lesson in always being prepared, like the Brownies and Girl Guides!

Tonight I am hosting a farewell party for my associate – he retires to the Western Cape tomorrow! I’ve organised the function at the home of a chef I know, she is doing some amazing snacks, and I am organising the gin bar! I guess I will also have to say something, but I think I’ll just wing it on the spur of the moment.

I cannot wait for the weekend – I have nothing on my calendar, and am looking forward to getting my runs in and relaxing with my little family.

Battered

…and I’m not talking about fish! Flip, guys, I am really feeling a bit battered and bruised. It has been so very busy! I’m actually freaking out a bit, and am struggling to maintain my sense of humour here. So far this morning I have already had 2 walk in emergencies and it is only 10h30! I have a patient in labour, I’ve done a gynae case in theatre and still have a hoard of patients to see. Last night I only got home at 18h00, was at a meeting of The Compassionate Friends from 19h00 – they asked me to give a talk – and only got home from that after 21h00. I had to tweak Thandi’s hat for their 100 days of grade 1 celebration, and only climbed into bed around 23h30, fell asleep and woke up an hour and a half later, and I struggled to sleep again.

Time for caffeine and big girl panties!

Busy weekend

…yoh, 3 babies, and 2 of those born in the early hours of the morning – 1 01h30 on Saturday, the other 03h00 on Sunday. Fortunately Sunday day was pretty chilled – a few hiccups along the way with phone calls, but not too much in the way of drama. I got to rest, work on my puzzle – a very cool highland cow – celebrated fathers day with my dad and Charlie and had a nice dinner out in the evening.

With such a hectic schedule – running went out the window, so I am very pleased I got my long run in during the week. In effect I missed one run this last week, so hopefully that does not derail my training. I got an email from the Rhodes crew this morning, reading the final instructions to the runners has made me seriously nervous. I was all excited about it initially, then I got nervous when I realised how much I would have to catch up training wise, then I felt ok again, once I realised that things were under control; now I am just scared – those photos of runners in the snow, the watering point tables blanketed in snow, the route profile, cut offs, compulsory equipment – what have I let myself in for? Eeek!

ANyway, Monday is looming on a very busy week! Let me work!

My not great day

…so in a puddle of tiredness and diet and hormone induced irritation, my day yesterday did not end well.

The office was super busy – I am on my own on a Thursday morning – one of the partners is operating, the other does a session at the local state hospital, so I am on my own, which means that all the emergencies must be accommodated by me, which is fine, but when you are fully booked (in fact already double booked) and 5 emergencies are added in before 10h00, it means I am in trouble. When the social drama surrounding some of my patients threatens to overwhelm me, I am in trouble. [Quoting one patient here, “Well, in 2 months time I must get this thing out of me.”referring to her baby. And then just after her, seeing (for the first time), a patient due today who lost her 30-odd year husband 2 months ago, who has tears welling up and making her eyes all shiny]

When after a difficult financial time I realise that things were never as difficult as the bookkeeper had me believe, and I decide to indulge myself with a new hob for my stove, only to discover that the beautiful one I want that is on sale won’t fit in the (too big ) hole in my granite counter top, I am in tears. When I head off to art, and hate my painting so much I paint over most of it, to start again another day, I am broken.

When I get home after said art class and there is load shedding and the only bit of supper that was ready before that happened is some lukewarm cauli cheese, I am done.

Here’s hoping today may be a little easier, please, don’t let those gods be laughing at me today.

101 reasons I love my city

…so I live in a slightly off the beaten track city. It is a city, but a small one, and I always say it’s one of the best kept secrets ever – and we often tell our friends in the BIG cities to emigrate without emigrating and come to our neck of the woods. It has lots of faults, but yesterday I was reminded as to why I love my little city so much.

(Disclaimer – while I could find 101 actual reasons to love my city, I fear by that stage you would be bored; and I would be irritating, so I’ll limit the reasons to those applicable to my tale)

So while I have been a bit stressed about this ultra trail I will tackle next month, I reached out to a mate who I know has done it a couple of times before; we had a great chat at one of our finest coffee spots/farmers’ markets (1) and she offered to do a long run with me this week. The stars aligned and yesterday was set. I headed a mere 30 minutes from town (2) and found myself in some rural farmlands, lands belonging to our awesome little brewery (3) and we set off on the most magnificent trot. The weather was immaculate (4) – I was all prepared to try out all my warm running kit, and within 10 minutes I was shedding long sleeves and wondering why I had packed a jacket! We ran through fields with cows (5), we ran through little coastal forests (6), we ran up some dramatic hills and got amazing views over valleys where leopards sometimes hide away (7) and had some good chats and bonding.

Our run ended, we didn’t drink any beer (8), more’s the pity!  I jumped back into my car, drove 30 minutes (see 2) to get home to have my recovery chocolate milk, jump in the shower and head off to work in the afternoon.

Now where else do you get to that? Really! It was just soul reviving! (In saying that, my soles are saying some very naughty words to me today!) I LOVE MY LITTLE CITY!

(sadly, I was a bit of a fool and forgot to take any photos of my run – so I cannot offer photo evidence, but those who know me, it’s there on Strava!)