My body was achy, and my brain was foggy this morning. I told myself, I could see what my patients mean when they come to the clinic describing how horrible life is and how they could not do anything or focus!
However, I had no choice but to get up and get ready to arrive early at work since I have booked a special training for our electronic records system that was about to start at 8am in the morning and I needed to do some letters before that. I dressed in black to match the mood (and wine colour to lighten it a bit) but could not avoid wearing some kohl and my strawberry heart earrings. It could not be all gloomy! I told myself.
I cheated with the calories by adding a few teaspoons of Cadbury’s hot chocolate to my warm milk and poured it in a biodegradable travel mug as I rushed out to jump in the taxi I have ordered. I know, I could get broke, if I continue to order for taxis this often! This is not a routine, but I could say that probably I could have bought so many books if I walked to the hospital or cycled. Last year I preferred to cycle or sometimes take the bus, but I started to feel lazy when the weather got chilly, and then apprehensive about cycling in the dark after the killings of women in London starting with Sarah Everard, then the teacher, and then the nurse. I must also admit that my mother was not a fan of me cycling believing it to be not “lady-like” and further insisting that I better not cycle after I have informed her about a colleague from work who was killed in a crash with a petrol tanker near the hospital in Cambridge. So now, my default transport is the bus, my rescue is a taxi, and my dream is to walk or cycle to the hospital before Summer is back!
I was pleased to find that I know the taxi driver. A fine gentleman who once took me to Heathrow airport and back home on my return. In few other occasions he drove me in long journeys. His car is always clean, and in the hot weather he provides free water bottles to his passengers. He does not play loud music and his car smells good. And now I almost see him as family since he told me a lot about his! I could say we as well exchanged other benefits with him telling me about areas to buy houses in Cambridge and myself giving some health advice on the go when he asks me. In brief, I could say that I feel safe in his taxi, and though the journey was very short, I was pleased to have a familiar feeling in the morning today and with him wishing me a good day using my first name as I left his taxi. You could do a lot to me by just calling my name with honest care! I hear it in the voice.
As I arrived at work, I realised that I have forgotten my badge. I wondered if I would be stopped at the entrance but thankfully someone got just before me, and the door was open, and the security man recognised me so welcomed me with a good morning and how are you instead of asking where my badge was. He is one of the lively security men who greet people with joy every morning. I walked to our department not sure if I would be rescued with another’s badge, but I thought I would worry about it when I get there and thankfully a colleague arrived one minute after me and let me in.
As I got on my desk and turned on my computer, I realised that the time for the training is 8am CT not GMT! Shocker! I have to re-juggle the clinic this afternoon with my colleague which ended to be doable in the end. The morning clinic ended early as well giving me time to call some of the patients earlier. Thankfully they were welcoming.
I was also pleased to see my office mate back from his leave as well. He reminds me of my brothers, home, and the medical school!
Other bits and pieces and phone calls but I think you have sampled enough from my day.
At the end of the day, I am exhausted but satisfied.
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