It was one of those days…didn’t want to get out of bed because it was a cold and cosy morning, “just a little more sleep”, I’d tell myself every time my alarm goes off and I press the snooze button…I ran into the shower when I realised I had ‘snoozed’ longer than I should.
Luckily I am not one to take a lot of time dressing up, thanks to my being a tomboy. I rushed to catch my bus, seeing that I had undertaken an early morning marathon, the bus driver, bless his heart, waited for me to get to the ‘finish’ line (which was mostly unusual); I was out of breath when I got on the bus but I thanked him whole heartedly. If I had missed that bus, it would have caused me precious time in getting to work and causing a bit of a drama at the surgery; my colleagues would not get in on time to prepare for the day and patients will have to wait a little longer for us to set up et al. Though I am normally punctual, that’s how come I hold the keys to the practise, but today was just one of those days…
Checked my day-list and set up the surgery for my first patient, turned the compressor on, tried to help my colleagues set up their surgeries as best as I could. Black coffee with sugar for Tammie, tea with cream, no sugar for Shani, Jo would have tea with cream and sugar, and warm water will do for Bal.
The morning session continued without any hassles and I was happy when Lunch time came, I get the chance to soak my noodles in warm water for a couple of minutes just like we did back then in secondary school. I preferred to have it that way, it had a different taste that I liked (My friend Temitayo, helped me to re-discover that taste) plus it was more filling since I was watching my weight and I only allowed myself a pack…so I’d have that for lunch and water since I was trying to wean myself off fizzy drinks.
The afternoon session ended without much ado too, mostly happy patients with their new improved smiles. It’s always a good day when nervous and sceptical patients especially leave the practise happy and are not afraid or discouraged to return to complete their treatment plan, at times like that; I often forget how the day started … like one of those days.
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Cheers.
erin.