I've made it, no not the cake, that was done weeks ago, I've made it through to my annual leave. With job-share being off now for 4 weeks it has been really, stupidly frenetic. Everyone seems to be having a baby in June/July so they have all needed booking, that in itself takes 1 hour plus, without the driving to the far reaches of my patch, then trying to cover all the clinics, plus the visits, I've been finishing at 7pm. My sloth like body is not used to this.
Monday with the periodontist was tolerable, but the message from my manager on my return was not. Apparently my team leader had forgotten to cover my clinic, and pick up the visits, she had gone to the Christmas lunch instead. It seems that we can take time off for free lunches, but not dental treatment.
My health professional obsessed lady has been in hospital - again, she has now had 31 admissions during her pregnancy. I had a frank discussion with the Registrar on Sunday, who admitted that she is as 'pissed off' with her as I am. We tried referring her for psych input, but she refused. I'm already composing my referral letter to Social Services, I don't think I have ever been as concerned about a unborn baby before, I only hope that SS act quickly.
Going now as Son has just burst in to the house.
Back now. Son has gone off for his footie match,. It's so wonderful now he is all grown up and I don't have to go and stand on the line every Saturday.
Poor old Amy and her Mummy have had this nasty sickness bug that's doing the rounds. I had been looking forward to my day off on Thursday when the phone rang at 7.30 am -
'I'm sorry but I am being so sick I can't look after Amy properly, can you have her?'
Her Daddy dropped her off on his way to work. Two hours later Jack and his Mummy appeared -
'Hi. I'm on a night tonight. Could you look after Jack so I can get a sleep?'
Luckily they were both really good, the highlight for Jack being helping to change Amy's nappy and seeing her wee everywhere. By the time they had gone, we had eaten dinner and done the supermarket run it was 10pm, and I was shattered. Then my work mobile rang, I ignored it. Huge guilt trip ensued 'cos it was one of my homebirths. At the time I reasoned that I couldn't go cos I had a massively full clinic in the morning and I was the only one on for my team the next day. After clinic I visited her at home and found out that she had given birth at 11pm, I could have gone as I would still have had a sleep. Guilt trip reappeared.
Off shortly, when the plumber has been, central heating still only partial, to buy Christmas tree. This generally causes major disagreements as Hubby is certain that he is choosing the tree for Trafalgar Square, whereas I believe that 8 feet is quite large enough for our house.
Happy days.
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