Thursday, January 7, 2010
Just a quick one. I've been trying to post for days, but my troublesome satellite internet connection keeps dropping out. So I've decided to quit trying altogether until I get this problem sorted out. The trouble is no one seems to be able to figure out what's causing the problem.
Hope you are all well out there. I'll resume the blog when everything's sorted
Sunday, January 3, 2010
My New Year's started inauspiciously. At 10.00pm on New Year's Eve, I was in the emergency room of the Shoalhaven Hospital, with my daughter who had suddenly developed breathing problems .
Now, being in an emergency room of a public hospital is not a fun experience. Is it the boring beige decor? The uncomfortable seats? The television in the corner, on but with no sound (what is the point of that, I wonder? the inanity of it!) The waiting...and waiting...and waiting, not knowing when you are likely to be called. The sheer powerlessness of being in the hands of a faceless and overburdened bureaucracy. It's one of the more dehumanising experiences of modern life.
NYE was a particularly bad night to go to the emergency room. It was already full when we got there. Surprisingly, no drunks, but perhaps it was a little early for them. We were triaged, and asked to wait. Wait we did, along with the eight others ahead of us. In two hours, one person passed through the magic doors from the waiting area to the treatment area. One.
As the minutes dragged by, my daughter's breathing slowly improved, and on the dot of midnight I decided to take her home without seeing a doctor. She's been sick in bed since, but not severely. Even though I would ideally like her to see a doctor, the only option in this area is the Emergency dept, as no doctors in our area work weekends. So it's Dr Mum to the rescue.
Never mind. At least there is a hospital, right? On with 2010.
Over on Eileen's blog, she talks about not making a resolution for 2010, but adopting a word as a kind of talisman for the year. What a great idea, especially for someone like me who likes to make resolutions, then resolutely forgets all about them.
Okay, so my word for this year is "focus".
As you might surmise from my "About Me" blurb, I have a few interests. I sew a bit, knit a bit, garden a bit. I cook quite a bit. I teach a bit. I do a bit of Iyengar yoga. I run a bit, swim a bit. I ride my bike a bit. I play a very small bit of guitar and a slightly bigger bit of piano. I speak a bit of Italian. I write a bit, and as you know, I blog a bit. I know a bit about computers, but not enough. I live a "bitty" kind of life. Lack of time decrees that all of these "bits" fit around my life as a mother, and the running of the place.
What gets me is that I'm a bit of a Jack of all trades, and master of none. I'm not particularly proficient at any of these things. Given my responsibilities, it has dawned on me that if I want to get good at any of the above, I'm going to have to focus on one thing at a time, instead of diffusing my energies over a dozen different projects in my usual half-baked way.
So the name of the game is "focus" in 2010 in order to get proficient at something. Choose something and stick to it. This goes against my nature which is a bit like a bee collecting honey - a bit here and there - so I'm not sure if it will be successful. Indeed, the hardest thing will be choosing which interest to explore.