To say my world has changed a bit over this past decade and a bit would be an understatement, and I am still in awe that I am on this ride!
Year 2000, I was happily working away in my surgery, 5 days a week, 8am-6pm, appointment book nicely full so that I knew what was coming and when it was coming, and how it was coming …etc, etc. You get the idea, an ordered almost control freak. Although it was paying the bills, steady business, you know: classic middle class suburban life … there was a bit of disgruntlement in the ranks.
After 20 years of dealing with health funds, patients who blamed me for their not standing closer to their toothbrushes and me having to fix things, the increasingly psychotic medico-legal progressions within the industry, I was starting to turn my thoughts to retirement (or at least winding back a bit) and spending more time on the things I love – eg family & art.
of course we all know how that can change in an instant.
My instant came with my wrist injury, which prevents me from doing a lot of things, and the things I can do have all been heavily modified so that I can actually partake. For instance, virtually all my sculpting work rely on machinery to do the job – hand tools are used in the other hand (that was fun learning to hammer with my left hand!); and my hockey equipment had to be modified to the extent I am the only goalkeeper in Australia that I know of whom holds his stick in his left hand.
One of the many side effects of this changed life, and this is one of the few things that really does keep my head in a spin, is that I really have no idea what I am doing from one day to another. I have almost given up on keeping a calendar diary, as everything gets changed continually!
Case in point: this weekend coming I was supposed to have appointments Friday, Sat, and a course after church Sunday. Cool, all ordered. But nooooooo, The Friday appt rang and ask to be changed to Monday – no problem. Then came an invite to play the over 35s state titles! This is something special as I though I would never play at this age group level with these really very good players again. I know I will get my backside well and truly spanked, but it will be a huge challenge and fun at the same time … So … Change Sat appt, pull out of course on Sunday (can catch up with that later) and there you have it: my world upside down yet again inside of 48 hours
From anal time-control nut to ‘O, what are we doing this morning???’
And people wonder why I am a little loopy at times!
Maybe this can be me this weekend?