I'm supposed to be at a conference in Portland today. But I am not. I woke sick at about 4 am. Not strep. When I get tired I get a flare of irritable bowel. My clinic half days have been 7 or 8 hours for the last three weeks. Last night I left at five. I knew I was too tired to drive to Portland. I knew I was tired. I thought I would leave at 4:30 am as I did for the 3 months I worked at Madigan Army Hospital. But then I drank a hard cider. And that kicked me over the edge. I didn't get up or eat or drink until noon and I still feel horrid.
I think I need to entirely eschew alcohol until I am back to normal strength, if I get there. Out sick for ten months, I've only been back for 3.5. I see patients in the morning only. But... my receptionist is retiring so we interviewed, hired, are training her, ordered new computers, review labs, xrays, my patients have been keeping the emergency room and the surgeons busy, cancer, dementia, cellulitis, well....
Re Thought For The Day I rarely use up my votes. Too busy. I also choose not to vote on my serial downvoters (2-4). I don't want to be one. So I just don't. Mostly.
I would like to start riding my bike. Maybe go back to swimming, but I'm afraid. After I had influenza viral pneumonia, I couldn't go in the pool for a year because the cold felt like knives in my lungs. I am loath to try it yet. Gentle bike and walk, sigh. I dance some, but by the time a band starts at 8 pm, I want to go to sleep.
Blessings, all.
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