Betty killed my social life

Yesterday, Betty underwent a full day of scans and blood tests following 12 months of drug therapy.

So this year I worked Christmas day and the last day (today). I had a wonderful time, but I probably would not choose the last day again - lots of cleaning, and sad goodbyes. I'm not good at goodbyes. I'm not that good at cleaning either. The ladies was left with a rather bubbly soap starred floor!

I feel embarassed when people ask me what I am doing for Christmas. Because when I say I am doing some shifts for Crisis, it feels as though I am asking for some recognition of my philanthropy. The truth is that I get so much more out of doing it than I give. This post is about what an honour it is and how special it makes Christmas.

Two 7 hour shifts are all you are asked to commit to. It really is not a big deal. You can do as much, and get involved as much as you choose. And if it really is not for you, you don't have to stay.

All those functions, all those parties, all those old friends wanting to catch up. And I have to be home every 12 hours to administer insulin :(

I've decided I just need to change my mindset, and cut down my use of the snooze button by about 95%. So I am training my brain to associate work travel with work and other travel with fun. I must accept that the efficiencies of combining my commute home with getting the last train after a night of debauchery, are simply not for me.