Wednesdays are my hardest day at work. I am in family medicine clinic all day, after a gap of a few days since being on OB call (and clinic) Mondays. Although I sometimes drop by on my "day off" Tuesdays to clear some things out, and work on my electronic inbox from home Tuesdays and before work, there is always a ton of "urgent" paperwork "waiting" for me Wednesday mornings. Before starting my full clinic day, I often have to stop by the hospital and round on/discharge postpartum moms and babies from their deliveries Monday-Tuesdays. My Wednesday scheduled is always packed and I rarely have no-shows (my medical assistant, Jenn, jokes she should always wear skates on Wednesdays). There are always many complicated, chronic disease management-type appointments and sometimes acute double-books. I rush home over lunch to walk the dog (and today had a zoom-in women's health phone meeting) before getting right back at it in the afternoon. I. (and my MA) Hate.Wednesdays.
Today, things were just a wee bit worse. As I drove into the clinic parking lot just before 8 a.m., a woman leaving the bank didn't look behind her before leaving her parking spot, and backed her SUV right into the rear passenger side of my (new) car, creating quite a bit of damage despite my blasting the horn and swerving (the good news is that it was very low speed, I was not injured in the least, there was no child in the car, thankfully, and she was very apologetic about her fault as well as insured). I hardly have three extra minutes to pee on Wednesdays, much less to be on the phone with the insurance company, damage appraiser, car rental office (because a rental is covered), body shop, and more, all in between patient visits booked every 15 minutes (when, on a good day, it is already a huge stretch to stay on time with visits and charting). It was an especially rough day. While we don't know for sure, I estimate the car will be out of commission for many weeks, unfortunately. And it's hard to plan things when you're still working in clinic for two weeks (including a 96-hour OB delivery call starting Friday morning) with little flexible daytime hours of "free time" for being on the phone and coordinating drop off, pick-up, towing, etc., as well as being 36.5 weeks pregnant, 2 cm dilated, and not sure if/when labor is going to start or when a newborn will be added to mix of this all.
Additionally, while exchanging insurance information, I realized that my driver's license was not in my wallet. I have no idea where it disappeared to (but Iver swears he didn't remove it from my wallet to play with it as he sometimes does with cards, and I haven't to use it in a couple of weeks, since we got the new car, so I don't know when it could have fallen out). I can't pick up the rental car without a license. So I have to spend my "free time" tomorrow at the DMV getting a temporary one, after I locate all kinds of other supporting documents, like a social security card, utility bill, etc. I hope the DMV in Eureka is not as bad as those I've been at before in other metro areas. But the first "appointment" is February 21, so walking in and waiting for as long as it takes is what I'll be doing. Wish me luck...
Then, midway through the afternoon, I realized that in the flurry of all of the above, I forgot to brown the turkey dinner taco meat and start the crockpot for dinner. And, in my rush to then cook on the stove top after an incredibly long day, I burned the taco shells in the oven.
We have had a bit of additional stress this week because our spirited son has been pretty defiant with fighting pretty much all instructions and is back to waking between 4-5 a.m. He's leaked through his overnight pull-up twice, resulting in daily laundry. Pepper has been under the weather (vomiting several times yesterday). My pelvis also hurts. I'm getting sharp, dagger-like nerve pains in my groin and pelvis (and sometimes down the back of my right leg) with walking or standing sometimes, which makes me yelp randomly in pain (and is far worse than labor), and it seems to be getting more frequent.
This Wednesday put them all in perspective... I don't think a Wednesday could have been worse. I could have used a stiff drink. Except there's that fetus. At least tomorrow is not a Wednesday. Thanks for letting me whine and vent.
Today, things were just a wee bit worse. As I drove into the clinic parking lot just before 8 a.m., a woman leaving the bank didn't look behind her before leaving her parking spot, and backed her SUV right into the rear passenger side of my (new) car, creating quite a bit of damage despite my blasting the horn and swerving (the good news is that it was very low speed, I was not injured in the least, there was no child in the car, thankfully, and she was very apologetic about her fault as well as insured). I hardly have three extra minutes to pee on Wednesdays, much less to be on the phone with the insurance company, damage appraiser, car rental office (because a rental is covered), body shop, and more, all in between patient visits booked every 15 minutes (when, on a good day, it is already a huge stretch to stay on time with visits and charting). It was an especially rough day. While we don't know for sure, I estimate the car will be out of commission for many weeks, unfortunately. And it's hard to plan things when you're still working in clinic for two weeks (including a 96-hour OB delivery call starting Friday morning) with little flexible daytime hours of "free time" for being on the phone and coordinating drop off, pick-up, towing, etc., as well as being 36.5 weeks pregnant, 2 cm dilated, and not sure if/when labor is going to start or when a newborn will be added to mix of this all.
Additionally, while exchanging insurance information, I realized that my driver's license was not in my wallet. I have no idea where it disappeared to (but Iver swears he didn't remove it from my wallet to play with it as he sometimes does with cards, and I haven't to use it in a couple of weeks, since we got the new car, so I don't know when it could have fallen out). I can't pick up the rental car without a license. So I have to spend my "free time" tomorrow at the DMV getting a temporary one, after I locate all kinds of other supporting documents, like a social security card, utility bill, etc. I hope the DMV in Eureka is not as bad as those I've been at before in other metro areas. But the first "appointment" is February 21, so walking in and waiting for as long as it takes is what I'll be doing. Wish me luck...
Then, midway through the afternoon, I realized that in the flurry of all of the above, I forgot to brown the turkey dinner taco meat and start the crockpot for dinner. And, in my rush to then cook on the stove top after an incredibly long day, I burned the taco shells in the oven.
We have had a bit of additional stress this week because our spirited son has been pretty defiant with fighting pretty much all instructions and is back to waking between 4-5 a.m. He's leaked through his overnight pull-up twice, resulting in daily laundry. Pepper has been under the weather (vomiting several times yesterday). My pelvis also hurts. I'm getting sharp, dagger-like nerve pains in my groin and pelvis (and sometimes down the back of my right leg) with walking or standing sometimes, which makes me yelp randomly in pain (and is far worse than labor), and it seems to be getting more frequent.
This Wednesday put them all in perspective... I don't think a Wednesday could have been worse. I could have used a stiff drink. Except there's that fetus. At least tomorrow is not a Wednesday. Thanks for letting me whine and vent.
