This morning I had to take my husband to the airport. He is flight left at 6:00am and the airport is an hour away. Since he was flying out of Tallahassee, and it's just not that big of an airport, getting there about an hour and a half before hand works. So we were up before 3:00am. To be fair we were in bed by 8:00pm and we were tired from our busy weekend so we did fall asleep. But this has me off my regular schedule.
Normally when I have to take him to the airport that early, I just go on in to work. There is always something I can do especially on a Monday. Usually when I go in early I would just leave early. Today, however, I need to take my car into the body shop for repair so I came home and packed lunches etc.
A problem with the weird hours and being off my normal routine is that I forget to do things. I started to leave without my phone today. In the past I have left without my glasses (which I only really need to read). I have even left without my wallet and work badge.
The other issue with being off schedule is that I am not as young as I used to be. Long hours take their toll on me and sometimes on my health. There was a time I could work double shifts all week long and bounce right back. That's not the case anymore. For example, after two very busy weeks at work and the extremely busy Thanksgiving week, I got sick. I spent 2 days in bed and the third day I worked from home. It has been 3 weeks and I am still not quite over it.
I am much better and probably would have been completely over it if I had asked for the steroids. But for me, steroids are a neccesary evil only to be used as a last effort. I mean if they will keep me out of the hospital than sure I'll take them. But just to speed the healing, well, I have to be feeling pretty awful to take them. Steroids make it impossible for me to sleep and I am either freezing or roasting (sometimes at the same time) when I am on them. Plus they make me ravenous and I eat everything in sight. So I avoid them if at all possible.
So weird schedules and long hours are not my friend. Maybe this is god's way of forcing me to find a work/life balance. Or at the very least telling me to slow down. Either way, I need to figure it out for my own good.
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