It was supposed to be a day off.
I got up at 6am (sleeping in a bit) so I could get the kids ready for their father to take them to school and to get a head start on getting my clinic work done remotely so I could enjoy the rest of the day.
Except I could not log in.
My password expired over the weekend.
I tried and tried and tried to log on, praying for a miracle that never came.
After an hour of futile attempts, I had to bundle everything off and drive the thirty minutes to the office to get connected to the system network. I sat in the parking lot in my car and snuck onto the wifi from there because I knew that if I went inside I would be sucked into who knows what.
I always get sucked into crap…
Once the password was fixed I spent an hour in the parking lot on the computer addressing the most urgent things, then drove 30 minutes back home to spend another two and a half hours addressing the remaining lab work, portal messages, and refill requests that had accumulated over the weekend.
So much for working on charts in the nude.*
Now, it is almost noon. Half a day off wasted.
Should you feel sorry for me? Nah. I ask not for pity. I simply write about this to let you know what your doctor is likely doing on their day off instead of playing golf….
This is why taking time off often stresses me out more than being at work does.