An odd week is drawing to a close. Yesterday morning I got up early to let the dog out. When I returned to bed, my heart started racing in a very irregular beat. You know that feeling we call "missing a beat?" But this time the pattern was not just one or two; it kept up for over an hour.
I was going to stop at the clinic when I got to work, but I walked by when I realized the nurses would simply refer me to my doctor or the hospital. Even though I was not feeling in top form, I got everything set up for the work day, fully intending to call my doctor.
My big event for the work day was my performance review for 2007. That went extremely well, better than I had anticipated. I am not big on getting stroked for simply doing my job. But it is nice to hear that people appreciate what I put into my work.
But I never made it to the doctor.
Once again, I have run right into the middle of another of life's little analogies. I have no doubt that part of the reason for my cardiac episode is related to the stress I have been feeling at work over the past few months. In turn, I am extremely well-paid for the work I do. At some point, though, I need to realize that I can only give up so much of my life in exchange for money.
Will Mexico be better than this? In some respects, yes. I will have stresses, but of a different nature. I will probably eat as many unhealthy foods, but not out of nervous habit. And I will have a better opportunity to daily get out in the community and exercise new socials skills and atrophying calf muscles. Perfect it will not be. But better.
I was going to stop at the clinic when I got to work, but I walked by when I realized the nurses would simply refer me to my doctor or the hospital. Even though I was not feeling in top form, I got everything set up for the work day, fully intending to call my doctor.
My big event for the work day was my performance review for 2007. That went extremely well, better than I had anticipated. I am not big on getting stroked for simply doing my job. But it is nice to hear that people appreciate what I put into my work.
But I never made it to the doctor.
Once again, I have run right into the middle of another of life's little analogies. I have no doubt that part of the reason for my cardiac episode is related to the stress I have been feeling at work over the past few months. In turn, I am extremely well-paid for the work I do. At some point, though, I need to realize that I can only give up so much of my life in exchange for money.
Will Mexico be better than this? In some respects, yes. I will have stresses, but of a different nature. I will probably eat as many unhealthy foods, but not out of nervous habit. And I will have a better opportunity to daily get out in the community and exercise new socials skills and atrophying calf muscles. Perfect it will not be. But better.
