Busy, tired and bug-filled, a good summation of the last two weeks. The weather was wonderful over the weekends so I was gardening, so lovely to be able to start getting the winter-damaged garden back into some semblance of a loved area. Work has been frenetic, partially due to the higher echelons issuing an edict decreeing that no holiday can be carried over so everyone is taking annual leave before April, I can’t grumble as I will be joining them in one week. Hurrah! Monday was a long day, I started work at 8.30am and finished at 11pm but it was worth it as I was with one of my women who was having a homebirth. By the time I got home I was ravenous as I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. Luckily I had phoned Hubby and warned him I may be a bit late home so he had made me a chicken sandwich, the loveliest chicken sandwich ever.
Last week on my days off I came down with a nasty little cold bug, one of those which knocks you for six for 24 hours so Wednesday saw me alternating between the sofa and my bed and Thursday wasn’t much better but I had to get into work for Friday as I had my supervisory where my ITP would be signed. I’ve also been applying for jobs, not as a midwife, but both in areas which really interest me, I suspect that I have no chance but if I don’t try I will never know and will always wonder ‘what if?’.
I’ve been watching ‘One born every minute’, oh dear. Basically the programme starts and within 10 minutes texts are flying backwards and forwards between midwives, generally saying things like ‘ what is that midwife doing?’ , ‘That man is a p**t’, ‘Take the moniter off’. It’s horribly addictive though.
Still no date fo my op. Have had a meetng with a physiotherapist to discuss my recovery though, hope I can still remember the exercises by the time I’m post-operative.