Heading out to the Erdheim-Chester Disease Global Alliance Conference in San Diego at the end of the week and it is stressing me out a little bit. I feel like I have a thousand things to do between now and Thursday night when I get on the plane. What makes it worse is that once the week starts there is not a moment to rest or accomplish any of the small tasks I would like to get done prior to leaving.
I need to meet with the new church organist, we released our old one last week. Remind me to talk to you about how all that unfolded sometime ten years from now when all the interested parties have stopped paying attention because it is a cautionary tale in the importance of security and the dangers of burning bridges when being fired.
I also need a new belt (although I just drilled a new hole in my old one so that might do the trick) and a sports coat for the trip to San Diego. Both of these things arise from my new super hero ability, they call me the incredible shrinking man (calm down folks...you have to have a sense of humor about these things).
I need to call the Psychologist and set up an appointment, but honestly I haven't done this because I just don't know when I would be able to meet with her?!?! Some have implied that I am afraid to go, but honestly that's not the issue. Anyone who knows me knows I like talking and I don't mind telling my story (as this blog indicates), so a counselor won't be a bad thing. I feel like I am already heaping so many things on my wife and in-laws and asking them to pick up more of my responsibilities so i can indulge myself with a counselor (first world problem) seems selfish.
Then there is the requisite packing (which is complicated slightly by the need to bring refrigerated medication), planning of a lesson for my substitute teacher, and installation of our new dishwasher and stove (which got messed up on Saturday and has now had to be rescheduled).
Actually, that's less things then I though. You know what...I am going to email that counselor right now. Just so I can cross it off of my list.
I need to meet with the new church organist, we released our old one last week. Remind me to talk to you about how all that unfolded sometime ten years from now when all the interested parties have stopped paying attention because it is a cautionary tale in the importance of security and the dangers of burning bridges when being fired.
I also need a new belt (although I just drilled a new hole in my old one so that might do the trick) and a sports coat for the trip to San Diego. Both of these things arise from my new super hero ability, they call me the incredible shrinking man (calm down folks...you have to have a sense of humor about these things).
I need to call the Psychologist and set up an appointment, but honestly I haven't done this because I just don't know when I would be able to meet with her?!?! Some have implied that I am afraid to go, but honestly that's not the issue. Anyone who knows me knows I like talking and I don't mind telling my story (as this blog indicates), so a counselor won't be a bad thing. I feel like I am already heaping so many things on my wife and in-laws and asking them to pick up more of my responsibilities so i can indulge myself with a counselor (first world problem) seems selfish.
Then there is the requisite packing (which is complicated slightly by the need to bring refrigerated medication), planning of a lesson for my substitute teacher, and installation of our new dishwasher and stove (which got messed up on Saturday and has now had to be rescheduled).
Actually, that's less things then I though. You know what...I am going to email that counselor right now. Just so I can cross it off of my list.
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