Ok, so the end is in sight… and that’s reassuring. So maybe knowing that has helped me, while also making plans to have some fun with my time off. Today marked a substantive increase in my energy, which peaked around lunch and carried me through the day. It was a tough one out there, and I had to tackle some new problems and learn a whole new procedure. So I needed my focus, and I handled the things that needed to get done today.
Amanda and I talked about the upcoming 3 day weekend, and we have some great ideas about what to do. Activities to look forward to help make the ceaseless onslaught more endurable. I’m expecting a crash tomorrow, as there’s no way I’m going to be able to replenish my battery. I’m strung-out.
But I only need to grind for two more days. I can do that. Tomorrow I go see Margaret, and I hope I bring some energy to it. It’s generally pretty taxing to do therapy, and I’m going to have very little go-juice left by the time my session begins. I may be gassed, but we’ll see. I have hope.
Things have been good, if not draining. Amanda pointed out that my energy level has gone down over the last several months having changed my shift from 9:30 am start to 5:30 am start. I guess that’s fairly accurate. It is hard to wake up at 4:30 every day. I have to push myself HARD to get up, but I do. I have found ways to cope. I have my 4 cup coffee pot at work, and I do a couple of those to jar myself out of the funk. Once the cobwebs are clear, I do a lot better.
People were actually talking to me today, which was weird. Normally people just ignore me, but I was involved in several irrelevant discussions, much to my surprise. People only really talk to me when they have a question and a supervisor isn’t around to answer it. I have 2 to 4 of those a day.
Well blog, I’m ok. Tomorrow is 11 of 12. Sounds marvelous.