Getting better

[ladysprite]

Sometimes I guess what I really need, more than anything, is a chance to feel like I'm actually useful for something that matters.

I went to sleep Saturday night convinced that I'd need to spend Sunday fighting desperately against a serious case of mopes. Whether this was true or not, I'll never know, since I was jerked out of bed at the ungodly (for Sunday) hour of 8-mumble by the horrid jangling of the phone. It seemed that my coworker who was supposed to be covering the emergency shift pulled a no-show, and I was the only doctor available to cover. Oh, and could I get a move-on, since the clinic was supposed to open a half-hour ago?

Finding skills that I hadn't used since undergrad, I managed to go from horizontal to out-the-door in 13.5 minutes. I nearly chickened out when I saw the grey frozen sleet drooling down from the sky, but armed with the knowledge that I had negotiated a half-day and that I would be able to claim moral superiority to my coworker forever, I managed to survive.

I made it to work just in time to find the parking lot completely iced over, a crashing cat in the back room, and the computer system that stores our schedule and medical records completely down. I suppose I should have been mad, or tired, or frustrated, or depressed, but for some reason I was in a better mood than I had been for days. I could handle this. I had a reason to be here.

I survived, and I even made it out the door (with the obligatory 5-minutes-before-leaving critical emergency) in time to be not-TOO-late to the Arisia meeting. And the meeting was wonderful; everything I needed to work out was worked out, as far as I can tell, to the satisfaction of everyone involved and it looks like we have a good game ready to run. And then I went home and made lasagne and had company and got a lovely unexpected gift (thank you, ladymondegreen!).

I accomplished stuff. I made myself useful, and proved that I'm not just a waste of carbon atoms. And, armed with this knowledge, I can survive the coming week. Mopey mood defeated, at least for the moment.

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