All my Christmases have come at once. I'm injured and I can't run, I've got a cold and I'm starting night shift at work tonight. Not a great fan of Christmas. So I'm going to have a little moan.
I'm trying to break out of the work that I'm in but I've not got far so far. I just don't want to work weekends and nights anymore. Ideally I'd like to not soak up abuse on a daily basis, but maybe you can't have everything. With the inability to run it all comes home to ROOST somehow. Like I can't get away from it. I want out I want out I want out.
If I'm lucky I'll spend much of tonight sitting outside the ill-fitting smoke-room door breathing in other people's smoke. If I'm not lucky I'll be trying to stop people from shouting and shrieking and banging about so that other people can sleep. And that's just the staff. Haha. And all for 11 hours 15 minutes of my precious life. In the final throes of the Fling I was thinking "This is taking even longer than a night shift!"
I took my sore right leg out for a run on Monday and tried to show it who was boss. It wouldn't run downhill very well but I wasn't very sure why so I tried a number of different ways of running down hill on it. The upshot? I've put it back a bit. It went back to being sore all the time. I am going to have to be a bit more patient and take it easier. Swimming and cycling yesterday soothed it so it feels better today. Maybe tomorrow, if things continue to improve, we'll try 4 miles on the flat.
I don't really sleep when I'm on night shift so I'm expecting to be fairly crazy by Saturday when I finish up.
I'm off to see if I can make some kind of black out for the bedroom so I don't get woken up by the sun baking my brain. Wish me good luck.