Unyule

Having such a major cultural holiday on my usual day off really sucks. Work is only closed the day I wasn't going to be there anyway, and I don't have any other day off that week. Add to how much busy we've been, and I just want to curl up into a corner and sob a bit.


I should not have agreed to the schedule change, to cover for today, and have tomorrow off instead. I've had three full, and two late days, as reward.

Really could have used a Yuletide this year. All the emotional dredging has not settled in. Necessary, but fresh wounds and all. Not to mention a retinacular cyst. Got the hand surgeon to take a moment (all it takes for them) to diagnose me. If it persistently bothers me, I'll get him to take it out, but until then, it will come and go and I'll ignore it, which he agreed with completely.


I have really come to appreciate the skills of hand surgeons. Nothing new, but as a group, I've never med a bad one. They are remarkably skilled, work very hard and efficiently, and with remarkable talent. I like hand surgeons. Even the cranky ones. They tend to be fast, efficient. So many cases are very small, but always hands, so important, not to be messed with.


Going to sleep tomorrow, then put lights on the tree. Maybe decorate, maybe not.


So tired.

And it's not like I've never worked the holidays before, I just knew ahead of time. Call, weekends, holidays, this is the norm in my work. The problem this year was the not knowing.