Yesterday I had a PD (Professional Development) day. Where I work, all “new” staff are assigned a mentor. Because I’m “new” to the province (having only worked half of last year, they couldn’t mentor me up at the beginning of the year) I have a mentor. The best part is that I’ve been working for seven years (not counting my year off of crazy-time). My mentor? Four. So uhm… yeah. Anyway it was an okay day; we got together with our mentors and did all kinds of “how do you feel when…” activities. I hate that kind of thing– I don’t want to tell a roomful of strangers my deepest darkest secrets about how I’m afraid of the dark because my sister used to pretend to be Satan. So my mentor and I didn’t really do that; we just talked about our philosophies and how we approach different things and how we handle certain situations blah blah blah. That was good because I got a chance to get to know a few other staff members fairly well, and I didn’t have to tell them about my Inner Child. Oh, and my mentor and I were trying to figure out what I’d be called. See, if he’s the ment-or, am I the ment-ee? Rob suggested that I be called the mental. Thanks honeybunch.
Last night, when I got home from work, I had a huge headache. Huge. See, I’ve somehow managed to lose my meds. I have no idea where I put them last but they are Nowhere To Be Found. And when you don’t take your meds on a regular basis, you get a headache (and dizziness, and nausea, and and and… why am I taking these again? To feel better? Oh yeah). I had figured that they must be in the house somewhere so I’d look for them. Looked. Not there as far as I can tell. Rob works til 1 am all this week so he couldn’t help me look. So I just didn’t take my meds yesterday. Anyway. Headache. At around 9:00 I had had enough, so I went and got myself a couple of Tylenols. Swallered ‘em down. My head felt ALOT better.
Because? I’d just mistakenly taken Tylenol with codeine.
I was asleep for the rest of the night (until Rob called for me to pick him up at work– although I probably was asleep driving the car, too. Unsafe I know. I promise I’ll never do it again). Until 6:39 this morning. I leave for work at 6:55 so I am glad I had a shower and everything last night and just had to get dressed. As it is I was five minutes late getting out to the carpool car.
Tonight is Meet the Creature so I have to stay at work til around 9:00. Which means I won’t be home until 10. Which means I’ll have been away from my home and my bed (!!!) for 15 hours.
Oh and although he works til one and then he crawls into bed with me at around 3 or whatever, Rob and I haven’t really had a chance to like, even TALK in a couple of days. I miss him.
Yep okay that’s all. I forgot to bring a lunch today except I have a bagel in the fridge and I am going to go eat that! Yay!
I think it is mentor and protege. Sucks about the headache and Rob’s hours. My boyfriend has been working 18 hour days lately and I feel your pain – not being able to even have a conversation, just a couple of hours comatose in the same bed.