Thursday Doors: home again

Since I shared Melbourne photos in my last Thursday Doors post, I felt like doing some Brisbane photos this time – two doors from immediately after my trip, and immediately before it.

When I came home from my trip, I attended a pharmacy conference, which was held in the function rooms of the Rydges Hotel. Funnily enough, very few conference attendees seemed to be staying at the hotel, since it was rather expensive, even with a conference discount…  Continue reading

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the article that could save lives (or at least prevent some pain)

No, this is nothing to do with magic cure-alls, silver bullets or even preventative lifestyle advice. And it’s certainly not an article I wrote, but one I chanced upon.

One morning, a few weeks ago, I went into the staff tea room for my ten-minute morning tea break, and found a print-out copy of this article on the table: When Evidence Says No, but Doctors Say Yes (by David Epstein & Propublica, published by The Atlantic on February 22, 2017). I was intrigued, and started reading.

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measuring up

I’m kind of sorry to be writing this, but I feel like it needs to be done. (I realise this makes it sound like the following post will be super serious or controversial in its content, but it probably isn’t really – sorry to disappoint. But, I dunno, maybe it depends on how you look at it. I reckon this will mostly just sound very rant-y. Yeah, definitely very rant-y.)

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shared spaces

Ok, I’m going to write about this because I said I would, and it’s been over a week, and by the time this is scheduled to be published, it will have been two weeks, so I’m just gonna do it now.

At some time around the middle of March, I went to a panel discussion about women in architecture. I actually do remember seeing an ad for the talk somewhere, sometime ago, but I don’t know much about architecture, and I don’t have any specific interest in architecture, so, although I thought it might be interesting, I didn’t think about going. As it so happened, an architect friend of mine, who was going to go to the talk, and had tickets for it, sent out a group message the morning of the event, advising that she could no longer attend, and offering her tickets to whoever wished to take them.

This also happened to be the opening week-end of Brewsvegas as well as the final day of the World Science Festival, and I’d be out and about anyway, so, without really thinking about it, I accepted her offer, and she emailed the tickets over to me. After the eye-opening experience of attending one of the World Science Festival talks, I was pretty keen to see what insight this talk could give me. The event was also loosely tied in with International Women’s Day, which, if I remember correctly, had been the week before (?), and I thought that, if nothing else, my attendance would sort of be like a show of support for female architects.  Continue reading

it’s so good to be home again

For most of the last three weeks, I’ve been in Rockhampton, filling in at our partner pharmacy up there. I can’t remember the last time I was away from home for so long – maybe when I went to Melbourne several years ago (?) but even then, I was with family, so it wasn’t really like I was away from “home” exactly (only in the literal sense).

I flew back from Rocky on Friday afternoon. That morning, I woke up more than half an hour before my alarm, and I felt wide awake. I was so excited, I just wanted to message people about how excited I was about going home.

I did feel a bit sad about leaving Rocky – still kind of feel a bit sad – but jeez it’s good to be home again.

Since I arrived back, I have:

  • attended the staff Christmas party (Friday night)
  • unpacked and put stuff away
  • done various household chores (laundry, sweeping, etc)
  • caught up with a friend for lunch on Saturday
  • caught up with another friend for dinner on Saturday
  • bought a gift for “secret Santa” (it’s not that last-minute… Besides, I didn’t really get a chance to go shopping in Rocky)
  • visited my uncles/aunts (it was only a brief visit, and only had to go to one house, but still…)
  • made fig and sweet potato truffles (this was a challenge set by a friend/colleague)
  • made pecan pie (recipe courtesy of Campari & Sofa)
  • ironed all my uniforms
  • caught up on some blog reading

And whatever I’ve been doing, I’ve been thinking to myself (and sometimes saying to others) “it’s so good to be home again”.

It’s not that Rocky was a terrible place (it’s actually quite lovely for the most part) but I just missed being in my own home. I missed my usual routine, and knowing where everything is. And, of course, I missed friends and family.

I probably should have gone to bed an hour ago (I start work early tomorrow), but I’m pretty sure I’m going to be on an endorphin high all week because I’m back at my usual pharmacy again. (I’m pretty sure I’ve never been away from the pharmacy for more than two weeks in all the years since I started working there.)

It feels so good to be home again!

reading, running, reminiscing

Today I was packing my bags. On Monday I’ll be at a different pharmacy, up north. Just for three weeks, but even that seems like a long time, especially considering that I haven’t been out of town for that long since I first started working at the pharmacy. I paused a lot during the packing process, overwhelmed with the enormity of this trip I’m making, and thinking of all the people I’m going to miss while I’m gone.

Next on the agenda today was to finish reading One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, which a friend/colleague had lent to me. I only had about 50 pages left, so I decided that I had to finish it before my trip, so that I could (1) return the book, and (2) take a new book with me.

Finishing the book today by early/mid afternoon also had the added benefit of allowing me to return the book today, and thus visit another friend/colleague at the pharmacy. Yes, ok, I am possibly a bit too attached to my work and my work family… But they are great people! (most of them)

(I was actually going to write this post about One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, but it seems that that’s just not going to happen… I’ll publish a separate book post tomorrow or the day after.)

To be honest, though, I was a bit conflicted about whether or not I should make the effort of going to the pharmacy today just to return the book and see someone very briefly. I mean, I’m going out for lunch tomorrow, so could easily drop by then instead, and then I could have stayed at home all day today to do productive things like write posts I can schedule for the next few weeks. But then I thought about the other pharmacists I’ve visited over the years, and I thought about whether or not I would regret visiting today, and the decision was easy.

(The “what would you regret?” test is my go-to strategy for decision-making.)

Also – side note – I kind of planned it so that I could then run home from work. I caught the bus/train in, as I usually do, hung around to chat for a bit, then ran all the way home. I’ve wanted to try it out for a while now, so I’m glad that I can cross that off the list. It took less than 80 minutes, which is alright considering I walked a lot (it is so hot and humid!), and I kind of made up the route as I went along.

Well, anyway, people who I’ve spoken to over recent weeks (particularly work friends) all know that I’m super excited about this upcoming trip. Still, me being me, you can’t eliminate all apprehension and anxiety with excitement alone. Not to brag or anything, but I’m pretty good at worrying about everything that could possibly go wrong, which, of course, includes the possibility that there are many possible scenarios which I have not considered but will occur when I’m there.

Yes, ok, that is probably overstating it a bit. I’m pretty amateurish at worrying sometimes.

And I’m sorry that I can’t reveal the actual name of the place that I’m going to – well, I don’t think I should anyway. I mean, I don’t know… Maybe I should review my pharmacy’s policy about social media… Then again, I’m pretty sure that no one I work with reads this blog. But who knows… I seem to have a number of “silent readers”.