Thursday #76 - woke up ridiculously tired
this Thursday as DTM's insomnia had meant I was woken up 2 or 3 times
throughout the night when he decided to get up.
I was very unimpressed but after turning the big two eight on Wednesday
he was still playing the “it's my birthday” card so I had to let it slide.
I had my weetbix and headed off to
work. My day initially seemed somewhat
busy until a decent chunk of my patients decided to cancel or just not show up
at all. I was relieved by one particular
cancellation as my patient from 2 weeks ago was due to come back and I was not
keen to deal with her. Looks like I have
another 10 or 11 days up my sleeve before we'll be reunited. Lunch was Maccas as I was feeling
particularly healthy and it was the second time in a row I've been disappointed
and found my meal a little too greasy.
After swearing off KFC earlier in the year after a bad experience, could
it be that I will soon be ditching McDonalds from my repertoire too?
Back at work I saw 2 patients (one was a 5
year old who along with her younger sister managed to stink out my room with
their KFC) before sitting around for 135 minutes waiting for my next
patient. After a brief attempt at
straightening up my office last week, I decided to once again have a crack at
throwing out some of the crap left here by The Saturday Room Stealer. As the only optometrist working here 5 days a
week, it seems reasonable (to everyone but The Saturday Room Stealer) that I
should get to stay in the 1 room. The 2
ladies who work 2 and 3 days each cover the other room Monday to Friday, The
Contact Lens Hater has my room on Tuesdays when I have my day off and then on
Saturdays I'm kicked out to the other room to make way for The Saturday Room
Stealer who seems to take priority on my office despite only working there 1
day a week. He's been asked to clean it
up for me but judging by the unopened McDonalds glass from the 2010 FIFA world
cup and the rubbish under the sink from a packet of rock cakes bought in 2011,
I'm guessing he hasn't taken that on board.
I was tempted to throw out the optometrically irrelevant applications
for chiropractic scholarships from 2009 but decided I probably shouldn't. Why he stores an old computer mouse in a
Gucci glasses case I am also unsure.
I tidied up as best I could and managed to
throw out a few things that I'm fairly confident he won't miss. If I had my way there would be a lot less New
Yorker magazines and the drawers would be usable rather than filled with old
printouts from the autorefractor. On top
of that he wants me to think about what he can say/do in the hour lecture he
has to give at my old uni on Medicare.
I'm less concerned about his lecturing duties than I am his crap in my
office.
At 4:00 I saw my last patient and was then
given the all important job of ensuring The Kiwi Early Leaver didn't go home
without cutting her birthday cake and having her photo taken. She'd picked a chocolate and caramel mudcake
and seemed to cut me an absolutely huge slice.
As the only other person in the room eating it, I could hardly say no so
scoffed down some very rich cake before heading home to prepare for DTM's
family coming over.
I'm told he and his family aren't really
into birthdays (which I'd believe since most of them didn't know it was his
birthday and even those that did didn't get him a present) but for some reason
he was still keen to invite a bunch of people over for dinner and a screening
of some home videos from the late 80s.
The Cabbie had decided on take away from the Turkish place up the road
so after tidying up the bedroom, DTM and I headed up to order 7 meals. The lady taking our order was less than
impressed by The Cabbie's request to swap rice and cabbage for taboulli but
eventually obliged. We popped into Coles
while we waited and stocked up on soft drink.
I think DTM was trying to use his birthday as an excuse to make me buy 5
bottles of soft drink which he had no intention of sharing.
After dinner we sat down to watch a LOT of
home movies. I didn't mind seeing the
cute 1 year old DTM at The Drunk Bro's 4th birthday, or DTM on his 5th
birthday but it was a lot of old footage of a lot of people I barely know if I
even know them at all. A few more
relatives came over after dinner and we had some cake for DTM. I'd bought one at lunch on the basis that you
can't have a birthday without a cake, but then felt a bit awkward when it
seemed no one really knew or cared about his birthday. We eventually managed to get a candle lit and
sing a terrible happy birthday before tucking into my second big piece of
chocolate cake for the day. I was really
starting to regret my lunch choice by this stage.
When everyone finally left I was shattered
(given my poor sleep for several nights in a row – thanks DTM) and headed to
bed leaving DTM to clean up after his own birthday dinner. I felt a little bad but not overly bad since
he kept insisting he didn't care about his birthday and I had already been
super generous in my gifts. Besides, I
have always maintained I do care about my birthday and I'm not sure DTM was
prepared enough for my big day 2 weeks ago so this was really just evening
things out.
A big and tiring Thursday which ended in my
first full night of sleep without waking in a long time. Here's to more sleep and less cake on future
Thursdays!
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