Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Pushing a rock up a hill.....

This is proving to be a somewhat challenging week. Nothing new then. Work is tough, and everyone is as exhausted as I am, even if they are half my age. This is reassuring, as I was starting to wonder what was wrong with me. For heaven's sake, people, I was asleep on the couch last night at 7.30pm, and it was just Monday. I woke at 10.30 and was still wide awake at 2am. Ideal for optimum firing on all cylinders at dawn. Of course.

Today was more of the same, except I had the added delight of a chat with the powers that be at the hospital, who seem to think that rescheduling our meeting for the end of June is reasonable. I disagreed. In fact, I was just a little tetchy. Mad even. Yes. Definitely furious. I pointed out that I had been patience personified, and had been waiting since October. Making concessions, and compromises to suit them along the way. And that I was now clean out of conciliatory reserves. When the person I was talking to informed me that I had no option but to arrange to take time off from work (unpaid) in order to fit in with their busy schedule, I informed them that I was, at that point, too furious to continue with the conversation, and that we would continue it at a later date. And I put down the phone.

So I am all sweetness and light at the moment. Dancing a merry jig. Sometimes, I just wish it would all go away.

At times, our own hurdles seem to be the size of mountains. To someone on the outside, it may all seem so minor, but to the one in the middle? Maybe not. And as much as we may try to leave the stress factor aside, it rears its ugly head, and we are toast. I am mixing metaphors with abandon tonight. And that suits me fine.

Almost a year ago, I was talking about jumbled thoughts. Maybe it is a seasonal thing for me. My mind is not the calmest, most tranquil place at the moment. I am writing here, while the brain is composing letters at the same time. I am planning lessons in one corner of my mind, and computing timetables for airlines in another. The "to do" list is growing as fast as the weeds in my garden, and hibernation sounds like a good option.

In the end, though, the things that make life good, no matter what happens, are people. The smiles when I walk into the staffroom. The sounds of my son cleaning the patio again as I walk in the door. The phone call from a friend to see how my day has gone. Little things. Small insignificant things which make it all worthwhile. Never underestimate what a simple call or message could mean.

My sense of humour and I will resume normal service when I have the energy.

7 comments:

mary said...

Good for you. Getting cross with them, that is. Enough already, I say. Let's get a posse of fellow bloggers together and march right into their orderly waiting room and demand an appointment 'right here, right now!" Do not feel guilty. This day will pass. Timetables for airlines? What is this about? Ok, just in case you do feel guilty (about absolutely anything)please know that my friend an I are running a guiltaholic club. We are well qualified to deal with any guilt situation. Just give us a call. Only a few more days and you have a school break... yeah!!!!

meggie said...

Please take a big hug from me! I know how frustrating it can be, dealing with Hospitals. After my mother died I fought valiantly to have wrongs looked into, so that others might be saved some of the awful treatment my mother recieved. I blew my top on more than one occasion, & it felt so good. I wrote some really 'to the point' letters too. I am sure they stung.

Dawn said...

Oh, dear Linds. Your next to the last paragraph is so true for me yesterday. Thank you again!

Vee ~ A Haven for Vee said...

Linds, your sense of humor is intact...never fear!

How frustrating that danged hospital is and whoever you were speaking with. Unbelievable! I am terribly impressed that you stuck with your agenda and said what you need. Keep on doing that and you will, indeed, get the information that you need.

Is sleeping on the sofa a bad thing? I fell asleep on mine last night and just woke nearly two hours ago at 4 in the morning. I think I need to go to bed now. ;>

Take care of yourself...

PEA said...

Hello dear Linds,

I want to thank you so much for your truly appreciated words of caring and comfort which you left on my blog this morning. I promise I won't let this person ruin my love of blogging...it's wonderful people like YOU who make me realize it's all worth it:-)

Isn't it amazing how places like hospitals and such think nothing of changing our schedules to suit theirs...no matter that you've been waiting for so long. It's a shame that we sometimes have to lose our patience to get our point across!

You're so right, though, when you say that it's sometimes the little things that mean so much more in our lives...we can overcome so many mountains with friends at our side:-) xoxo

Bev said...

I'm impressed that you finally just gave warning that you'd had it, and hung up. Better response when you know you're completely used up. Hoping you'll feel more restored soon.

Penless Thoughts said...

Just keep pressing on, Linds. I know you will!
Susan