An under lying rumble

This year has been one that has been filled with lots of stuff. Nothing hugely bad or life changing, just a constant undercurrent of stress. In January I had my knee replaced and although this was an active choice, it was not without some fears and worries. The knee replacement went great and then came the recovery. I started in physical therapy my first day home after the surgery. Boy was I out of shape.

I missed work for 12 weeks. Now, I don't know where my head was when I took time off from work, but it obviously was not on my clients. There is a serious bond between the care giver and the pregnant woman and when you are not there for 12 weeks the bond goes by the wayside and the pregnant women turn their allegiance to the person who is there. The result of this is that my census dropped off dramatically. I had some serious mental adjusting to do when I got back to the office because everyone did NOT want me to do their deliveries. I managed to wrap my head around that and get straightened out and continue on with work and begin to build up my census again. During this time I was served with papers from a former client and discovered that I am being sued. What a drag. I got thru 6 months of recovery and physical therapy and was feeling pretty good about life with the exception of the law suit.

Then it was my birthday and my purse was stolen while we were walking on the beach. Then there was all the chaos that goes with re-establishing one's identity while monitoring to be sure that no one else is trying to become me. That is on going, but at least we have credit cards again.

Last weekend was hectic at the hospital and I did 9 deliveries in one weekend. It was like the bad old days before I had a midwife partner.

This weekend was my weekend off call and so I procrastinated about doing my stuff and Sunday came. I got up and worked out and then my partner and I walked down the hill to pick up the Sunday paper and when we returned one of our old trees had lost a giant limb and it had fallen across the deer fence, crushing it. Now, we own a chain saw but on this occasion we could not get it to work. We sawed and sawed and sawed by hand and made some progress but were no where near getting the tree off the fence when a neighbor from up the hill a ways drove by and stated that he had a chain saw that we could use. He went home and brought his saw down and in just a matter of under an hour the fence was freed and we were able to tack it back up to keep the deer out of our garden.

Then it was into the house for a shower and work, except I didn't really feel like working and so was not very productive. So as I look back over the past year I see that there has been a constant rumble. Nothing that makes me say life sucks, but I am surely aware that I need to be positive, functional, and up beat because if I am not I could easily get overwhelmed.