Charlie's Bird

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My Work

…like everybody does, I get caught  up in the fact that work demands so much discipline from me, leaving me struggling for the time to do the things I want to do; I forget that work gives me the opportunity to do those things I want to do – without it I wouldn’t be able to afford my home, my hobbies and my holidays! A moan is sometimes quite nice, but it’s counterproductive, really.

What I am focussing on at the moment is the absolute privilege that work affords me, allowing me to be so involved in such an intimate part of my patients’ lives, I get to see them at very vulnerable times in their lives, and I am always so honoured when they choose me to hold their hands on their journey. Be it a journey to a pregnancy, a journey to a baby, or a journey to a solution. It’s important to remember this privilege and honour, and not to be blasé. The footprints we leave in our fellow travellers’ lives  should be light.

Recapping

… on my goals.

Now after yesterday’s rather bleak post, I realised I need to short my focus from my own belly button (enough naval gazing, thank you) to my horizon. Because it is gig and wide and I can choose any number of directions. So, let me recap on my goals for now.

  • Workwise I have to focus on my bank balance – as much as I do what I love, I also have to pay the bills, and last year with the deli drama, I lost most of my savings. I want to get back to the place where I had a healthy amount of savings that I felt like I did not need to be overly concerned if disaster struck and I say needed cash in heartbeat. Currently I am not in that position, but this year I will consolidate and work hard to get back there. I am committed to this as a priority.
  • Running – so my goal of being super fit for this adventure on the wild coast is up the creek, but I will enjoy it, and then get some serious training in – on my horizon are the following events – the 2 Oceans half marathon, the Wild Women on the run event and the Cape Town Marathon. I have some goals, but my priority is to enjoy these events. I want to run with a smile and not a grimace!
  • Bodywise – I always joke that my new years resolution in the Year of the Body 73; and every year not much seems to change. About 4 years ago I lost 16kg, I’ve gained about half of that back – I need to get back down again. I have developed a number of chronic health conditions (thanks for those genes, family!) and I know that my weight is not assisting me. ( I will concede my self discipline here is low, but I am getting ready for the changes).
  • Mentally I am tired of being tired; I am over the day to day exhaustions and I will focus on those little things that give me joy. My painting class being my current thing. I am loving the time I spend exploring my creative side… I am also trying hard to limit myself in terms of how many things I commit to – if they do not advance me personally or professionally, I am going to try to say no! (not easy for me, at all!) I also am prioritising family time – my girl is very aware that I am busy and therefore tired when I get home. I know her awesome dad does so much for her, I want to remember good times with me, and not just boring tired mommy. My Charlie also needs my attention – ahem…

So focussing on goals will hopefully allow for some successful planning. Onwards and upwards… (I will report bak here periodically, it may be weekly, maybe monthly. My running log is in my pages, as is my weight loss (ok, I’m a bit shy to update there currently…) follow me there to hold me accountable.

Week 3

…of January is done! Can you actually believe it? My child is settling in well at school and in a few short weeks the term will be over! I am seriously struggling with dealing with the passage of time here…

Anyway. In a bit if an update, work continues to be busy. I was not on call last night, but I forgot to switch my phone off, and 2:30 am it rang – groan! Anyway, I have had some terrible sleep this week, I am seriously struggling with a cough; and while I felt a lot better yesterday, when I climbed intoned, it started again – I think I had a bit of a reaction to the chemically smell of our brand new mattress  (yes, we finally treated ourselves to one) and I had coughed and coughed and coughed until I almost threw up, and had struggled to sleep, so call at that hour was very unwelcome!

Like I said, Thandi is having a great time at school. She is a bit sad her buddies aren’t in her class, and she says break time is way too short to play with her friends, “Mom, break is so short, I just had time to eat my sandwich and then I had to go in again!” Charlie and  I are back on the PTA this year – I like to be involved, and it’s looking like it’ll be a good year.

My running update is interesting – so I got hold of a friend who is a sports physician in CT and he has said that some of the medication I am on could definitely have an impact on performance. Mid last year I was diagnosed with hypertension and started on medication, to my absolute horror! I am just so relieved that I haven’t imagined things, that I may not just be fat and unfit… Time will tell what we can do about it though. I have to do some tests and get the answers to him, but I want my cough to be better first.

The weekend awaits! Birthday parties and braais, runs and relaxation are on the cards. Sunday we head off to the neighbouring city to go and watch Johnny Clegg in his final tour – I cannot wait! It’s going to be awesome.

Making it

…showee! It’s been a busy week.

The first day of ‘big’ school went well, Thandi seems to be settling down really well. We had our Grade One parents meeting last night – I know my child is going to be rather bored, so I am going to have to work hard to keep her humble and stimulated. Homework has been a piece of cake thus far, long may it last. We are busy working on her extramural timetable – it’s going to be a busy year for the young lady. We are still awaiting the swimming assessment at school to see if she will be in the school squad or not, and then we can finalise the programme. Ballet, tap dancing, modern dancing, piano, swimming and ball skills (the sports development programme at the school); and we are considering french lessons. sounds atrocious, doesn’t it? But she loves it all, and is coping with it all; the moment she doesn’t, the plan will change.

Work has been hectic – the medical aids are full and people have funds, so everyone is coming out of the woodwork – routine checks and then problems that patients have lived with until their funds kicked in again. I do feel like the rooms are bursting at the seams. It’s not a bad thing, I am still in financial recovery mode after my deli devoured my all my savings, so busy is good. (I have to keep chanting that mantra in my head – it gets tough to stay positive and motivated though. I am trying so hard to engage each patient I see and make sure they leave happy and satisfied with the solutions I seek out for them.)

At home we have had a hiccup, our housekeeper did not return after New Year – she left before Christmas, returned for 1 day between the holiday weekends and then not again. We did have a squizz in her room after our dogs went crazy at the door, to find a pigsty! Cupboards and drawers overflowing, food on plates in the fridge growing mould, roaches everywhere! Grim – and now a clear understanding why my hose was always untidy! Anyway, she heard we had looked, took offence, sent us some angry sms’s and has failed to appear for a disciplinary hearing… So currently Charlie and I are becoming domestic gods – washing, vacuuming, ironing, cleaning. I realise now how lazy we had become, and keeping things under control is not too hard. However, with the start of school meetings and functions, we are realising we need that person to live in with us again…

So, here’s to the weekend after a week of crazy busyness. Enjoy yours too!

Outrageous

…. I’m really growing fatigued by political correctness, what one can and can’t say. Now when you read my story, bear in mind I’m an OBGYN…

So at a meeting on Saturday, there was an awful lot of discussion about the renaming of vagi*^%#nal atrophy. Now apparently we can’t say atrophy (which implies aging/weakening) because that apparently upsets women who do have this issue. We can’t say the word vag*ina, because that is offensive. (I am only putting stars in to divert the porn seekers) Seriously! A body part name is offensive? Really?

I found that I started reciting ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me!’

What has happened to us?

November Noise

…yoh! As I said last week, this year is ramping up to crazy levels! So after getting my Macbook repaired yesterday, I needed to catch up on some work I could not do, was on the verge of finishing it, and Photoshop crashed! 2 and a half hours of work lost! By that stage I was so shattered that reaction didn’t really matter, I simply just started again. Finished up just before 01h00 this morning, and went to bed with a heart pounding in my chest. I am dreaming of a solid sleep; but somehow I don’t think there is one in my future at the moment. There is so much on my plate at the moment! Today will be fuelled by caffeine, and lots of it.

Thandi’s little concert was just the cutest! Her class were the fish under the sea. The whole premise of the show is that there are the Beat Busters (sort of like the Ghost Busters), who are looking for the music that has disappeared – they look under the sea, in outer space, in a meadow of flowers and on the beach; they search the galaxy, and finally land up at the zoo; collecting songs wherever they go. It was so sweet; the girls did a great job!

Calling

….Elvis, anyone home? Flip. Being on call over a weekend really sucks the positive vibes right out of me. I was in such a good place last week, and then this weekend chewed me up and spat me out. I think I’m growing out of calls.

The weekend had rough moments. I had an awful Friday night, just awful; and that left me, for want of a better word, brittle, over the weekend. Things that usually bring me joy didn’t. I’d been humming and hawing over a 10km race on Sunday, but decided I was too nervous to risk a bad time, and didn’t. (In my defense I did run to work on Sunday, with a brief pause to cheer my buddy who won the ladies race!)

I guess I just have to get over myself, another 12 years of this to get through before I get to retire.