[Well, as you can see I still haven’t continued with my “therapy” and hopefully can post something before the week’s end. Dad’s still in the hospital and contracted a urinary tract infection but is on the road to recovery. All the thoughts and prayers we have received are very much appreciated. Why is it that hospital patients seem to become sicker than when they were admitted? But having hung around for the last 2-½ weeks, doesn’t surprise me. Not at all the sterile place it claims to be. Could be considered the least sanitary with the possible exception of the sewer.]
Besides people who live in their automobiles, also have a new found respect for those who work nights and graveyard shifts. On Monday I started a new job as an Ad Production Typist (wish I could say Editor in Chief) for the LA Times. It’s a temporary part-time position for at least six months with the hours of 8:00pm - 1:00am. Seemed doable and wouldn’t have to mess with traffic. By the time I arrived home and in bed could get a decent five hours of sleep and arise what still would be considered early for most people.
All of the ads have to be completed before anyone can leave no matter if it’s after your scheduled time to be off. The last two nights I’ve been getting home at 4am (the time when my alarm usually went off). I’m not having any trouble staying awake at work or even driving home. Feel tired but my eyes are opened wide as if on a caffeine high (and don’t drink coffee or eat much chocolate). Unfortunately, can’t seem to sleep more than three hours and trying to take naps are useless. Have been told that in time the body will become regulated to this new schedule. Hopefully that is true; otherwise, I’ll soon be dead on my feet.
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Glad to hear Paul is doing better. Jan and I plan to go by and visit with him this Friday evening before we drive back to Winchester.
Years ago I read a rather insightful book on the absolutely pathetic condition most hospitals are in with regard to lack of cleanliness and sterility (is that even a word, editor?). That's one reason I don't make regular hospital rounds. Some of the sickest times of my life have been shortly after visiting a hospital.
Just as your body gets use to your new hours, your six months will be up and have to change again.
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