whinge/moan

Since I was last here I grew another year older, had a flying trip to the germany and met (barely) a couple of deadlines. I also had stones in my salivary gland ruled out as cause of my pain/discomfort/swellings etc thanks to a rather funky MRI scan, now… well we don’t know what it is, but the NHS are providing acupuncture to see if that will help, I’ll be sure and document the outcome if I ever make it to the top of the waiting list. All other current ailments present and correct though, so that’s good.

I had booked, in advance, a month off, I know I am run down and ill and tired so my theory was to have all of August away from work entirely, no email, no phone, nothing, first week was spent shopping and packig and panicking about germany plus a couple of meetings thst sort of bled into august (oops), second week was spent tramping around germany, little sleep, many children, third week I had 3 blissful days until the phone rang, it was ex-colleague and friend needing help with a study, a wee bit of spss, nothing drastic, which turned into end of that week, the last week in august and probably first week of September too. I swear, the moment I downloaded my email on the 20th August I could almost feel myself tense and since then.. well you can imagine, everything is jangling again, needing attention… pffft. I need the money (only 4 days work coming my way between now and christmas and nothing beyond then at ALL) and it’s a mate so…

I just so wanted my month and it was the first time in … I swear… years that I had nothing hanging over me that needed doing, three deadlines met, no work in my possession, no reason to open my diary until September.

Oh well.

Oh and today, because I am back where I was 3 weeks ago with work needing to be done, no inclination to do it and a need to avoid avoid avoid, I ‘yearbooked’ myself yay.