Pass me a pillow

Today has been like a minor mini-breakdown in Roryville.

I don’t know if it’s the combination of excitement, nerves, anxiety, discombobulation, relief, confidence and tiredness of my first week at work, or whether Mathew being awake during the night (thank you, teeth) had something to do with it, but I’m as weak as a Covid patient and as mentally confused as…. well, as a Covid patient, I guess.

Philippa says it’s to be expected, sister Sophie says I should try working in a care home, then I’d really have a reason to have a breakdown, and Mathew says “FOOD” and tries to help himself to a mango. It is, in many ways, a strange day.

It’s a shame because I need to start enjoying these Saturdays off while I still have them. Once we get t’other side of Easter I’ll be working most Saturdays as it’s one of our ‘holiday intake and realignment’ days (that’s not the exact phrase but I can’t remember it right now coz I Iearnt it way back on Monday and because my head is fried). That means we’ll have lots of people heading home, lots of staff cleaning the Hell out of everything so we are allowed to stay open in these virus-dictated times, and then lots of other people arriving a few hours later to replace them. It’s all very exciting but it’s all very mind-altering and I think I need to go and lay down again.

RC 13-3-21