I KNOW I LEFT MY
HEAD AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE
2 July 2002
I had all sorts of wonderful intentions of getting the On Display collaboration assignment done
tonight. I knew what I wanted to do, but this one, like last month's assignment to write
an entire entry using only song lyrics, is also going to take more thinking than I seem to
be capable of this evening. So now, pushing midnight, I've finally given up and am writing
a "normal" entry instead.
This whole day seems to have been fragmented. It started with waking at about 5 a.m. I
had gone to sleep without doing a lick of work, still feeling the effects of the weekend
in San Francisco. I decided that the two doctors would just have to live with my having a
life this weekend.
When I woke at 5, I was wide awake, but still hobbling like an old Chinese woman with
bound feet (felt like it too!). It was obvious there was no treadmill in my morning.
Before I went to sleep, I had wonderful, virtuous intentions of just going out for a long
bike ride instead of going to the club, but anything more strenuous than checking e-mail
just seemed too much effort.
After I got coffee made and e-mail checked I realized that I wasn't really entirely
"slept out," and I decided to go back to sleep. I wasn't sure I'd be able to get
back to sleep, having slept a full night already, but the next thing I knew it was 8:30
and Walt was getting ready to leave for work. He had fixed himself breakfast and I
never heard a thing.
This is our "afternoon day" at work, so I had the morning to get something
accomplished, but my head just couldn't wrap itself around anything serious for most of
the morning. I put the finishing touches on the slide show from yesterday, and I can't
really remember anything else I did to pass the four hours before I had to leave for work.
I didn't even do much playing around on the computer. My head was just in a fog. (My scalp
is tender tonight, and I think that I picked up some sunburn through that mass of salt and
pepper on top of my head and I'm using that as my excuse for this "distracted"
Fortunately it wasn't a very strenuous day because I just couldn't seem to stay
"on task" with much of anything. Dr. G had several patients, but only one of
them was there for a real physical exam. I was trying to organize things around my desk
and get things done, but somehow my brain just didn't seem to comprehend things.
Dr. G's first office manager stopped by on her way home from work. She had been
involved in the recent videotaping project that we'd had and Dr. G had a small gift for
her, which I had wrapped and which she was coming to pick up. We spoke at length about Dr.
G's plan that I will take over all medical billing on September 1--a little fact I just
Fortunately, I have her backing and her assurance that with zero background in
billing, I will be totally lost until I've at least taken a class in it. She gave me a lot
of good "buzz words" to use when I confront him with all this tomorrow.
He rushed out of the office around 6, uncharacteristically focused on getting home in
time for dinner, so I didn't have a chance to talk with him about this, and I packed it
all in and went home myself, very soon afterwards.
The plan this evening was to: write the OnDisplay entry, finish Dr. G's transcription,
make a dent in the psychiatrist's transcription, and do all that while getting dinner
cooked (and eaten).
I don't know where my head was. I simply couldn't settle down to do anything. Here it
is midnight and the only thing that I actually managed to get done was getting dinner
cooked (I passed on having any myself since I'd had a momentary "dietary
indiscretion" earlier in the evening, and tomorrow is weigh-in day!)
I got distracted by checking with the Att2Go web site to learn how to
download ring tones to my new cell phone. (My phone now rings to the theme from The
Avengers. Aren't you impressed?) I haven't had a "fun phone"
since the whole cell rage began and I'm having too much fun. Do you know you can
send (and receive) e-mail on your phone now? Yeah--only 160 characters, but
still.... My clunky old phone wouldn't do that. Heck, my clunky old phone
wouldn't even hold a battery charge, so you could only use it when the motor of the car
was running. Now I have something small enough to fit in the pocket of my camel back
to take on bike rides--even though I almost never even use a telephone at home, let alone
when I'm out on the road away from civilization.
I downloaded my ring tones, and in the process discovered how many were already stored
in the phone. I even tried to compose my own, which meant I had to close Opera (my
current browser--it lives up to its claim of being "the fastest browser on the
Internet") and use IE, which I hate, loathe, despise, and abominate. It's slow
as molasses and since Opera has the option of NOT accepting pop-up ads, I'd forgotten how
irritating those things were. But it was all for the sake of procrastination, so I
couldn't complain too much.
Finally, I decided to get serious about transcription. I had the first progress
note for Dr. G about half transcribed when WordPerfect froze (Windows ME---grrr!) and
I lost the whole thing.
As the evening ends, I've written no collab, I've transcribed nothing for the
psychiatrist, and only one brief 2-page thing for Dr. G. And worst of all, I'm sitting
here with drooping eyelids really, really wanting to go back to sleep, which I think I'm
going to do. (Besides, if I stay up much longer, I'm going to go eat everything in
So--the work day was lame, the after-work work was lame, and now the journal entry is
One can only hope that the effect of the weekend's festivities and physical activity
will have worn off with one more good night of sleep under my belt.
And yes, I will be at the club in the morning!