let’s catch up …maybe

These last few weeks have been pretty hectic. Everything’s a bit of a blur. I’ve been doing a lot of overtime at work because of this new arrangement in place involving other hospitals. (Can’t say too much, of course, because of privacy reasons or whatever.) I just worked six consecutive days – some of which were 11-12 hour days – and I am quite exhausted, but also not. I think I’ve just been running on adrenaline all week because I only had a total of maybe 3 cups of coffee and one cup of tea the whole week (and the most recent two beverages were probably unnecessary anyway).

Well, maybe we’ll call it adrenaline and fear/panic. There have been many times these last few weeks when I’ve felt like I was working as if my life depended on it. It’s like a fear of death (i.e. consequences) or fear of God (i.e. management – except I’m not really afraid of management; they’ve been very supportive). 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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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!

high flyer

Just a quick post today because I’m feeling like this is the sort of week that’s going to quickly get away from me. Yes, it’s only Wednesday night here, but I’m already worried that I won’t fit in a post before week’s end if I don’t write one now.

And this isn’t exactly the ideal time to be writing one either. I’m supposed to be up at 5am tomorrow to catch a flight. It’ll be my first work trip. I am ridiculously excited. This one was extremely short notice (only got told this morning) but there are already more planned. Who knew being a pharmacist could involve/require this sort of travel? Well, I suppose you just have to work for the right companies.

Best thing about work trips is having all the expenses and organising sorted by someone else. It’s a great feeling. I don’t even mind that I’m going there for the sole purpose of work (there’ll be no sight-seeing or touristy stuff this time). I’m just excited to actually be able to meet the people in our partner pharmacy and corresponding location.

Ok, ok, really must sleep now … or at least try to…