I spent such a frustrating day yesterday waiting for patients who were either late or didn't show up at all. Grr! It drives me so nuts because I'm very conscious of running on time - 10 minutes late is super-late for me. The other therapists in my clinic are the complete opposite - sometimes (often?) running 30 minutes late while their patients cool their heels in the waiting room.

Last night, for example, I was pacing around waiting for my last patient who was 20 minutes late (and was the third person I'd sat around waiting for that day), I had to watch a woman give up after waiting 30 minutes for her 30 minute appointment. There's a good chance she won't come back to our clinic, and I probably could have treated her and had her out the door before the person who was scheduled to see me showed up. It frustrates the hell out of me.

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I've been sitting at the computer obsessively researching plane tickets, rail tickets and accomodation for Prague over the past few days since Tea suggested going in the spring this year. At first I wasn't that interested but the more I thought about it, the greater it sounded, especially with another couple to hang with. And (unlike me) Tea loves to talk to people so she'd be a great travel companion who would find out where to go and where to avoid.

It's completely a maybe at this point, but as always, I've gotten myself worked up into a tizzy of excitement over it and really wish I could book the plane today so that I know for sure we're going and can relax. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to wait and see whether Tea and Jeff can actually go (which is a little cruel after she was the one who suggested it in the first place). Idonwannawait!!

So instead, I'm trying to concentrate on doing some work for the Massage Therapists' Assoc and beginning to tabulate the immense piles of receipts I accumulated last year as a self-employed person. It is never to early to get started on the old taxes. Sigh. Planning walking routes in Prague is way more fun...

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Today Theo and I got back on the Body for Life. In preparation, after a month of sloth and gluttony, yesterday I chucked out any residual treats so I wouldn't be tempted anymore with the lousy chocolates that I refuse to eat until I'm completely desperate. This morning we woke up early, did our workout, took our "before" polaroids, weighed in and ate well. I then headed off to Safeway - at 8:30am - and stocked up on the healthy food we'll need. I buzzed around very efficiently on my endorphin buzz and ate extremely well all day. I wasn't even craving any crap because I'm so glad to be back on the path that is kind to my body - and will have my pants fitting better.

That was until I discovered a cache of Purdy's chocolate bells (my absolute favourites) in a little bag while I was cleaning the office. Losing all control, I sucked down all 6 of the little bastards in record time, not even enjoying them. I tried to convince myself that it is better I got them out of the house and that it's better to have eaten them today since I'm only starting back at everything. It didn't work, though, and now I have a large, chocolate bell-shaped ball of shame in my belly. Sigh.

Well, all I can really do is look ahead from here. So here I go... Only healthy food for me until Sunday!

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I've decided to try using Blogger to update my journal, rather than simply coding up the pages the way I used to. I'm hoping it will encourage me to write more often since I won't have to do as much work to make it happen. It also allows you, gentle readers, to enter comments about the my entries. Please comment away.

I'm starting to feel vaguely healthy again - though I do still have that lingering cough. I was able to work a full day on Friday, as well as attend 2 birthday parties on Saturday night, which cheered me up immesurably, though I didn't drink and we were home by midnight.

We spent Saturday day sitting watching movies. I saw Adaptation for the second time, which I heartily enjoyed, as well as Magnolia, which I enjoyed a lot less. It was an interesting character study and all, clever interweaving of storylines etc. but it just didn't grip me. I wasn't gripped. So I sorted the second half of 2003's tax receipts into their appropriate envelopes as I watched, and felt like I'd accomplished something valuable with that time.

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I had to come home from work today because I couldn't stop coughing. I'm really mad about it because I've been sick since Saturday, when we had to cancel a tubing trip so a could convalesce. And instead of my usual at home restlessness, I spent 4 days lying on the couch, reading and sleeping yet I'm still not recovered. Even worse, I had to stop in the middle of a treatment - after having left the room twice already - and tell the patient I couldn't continue. She was understanding, and I promised her a free treatment next time, but it made me feel like an extremely lousy therapist.

Of course, once I was out of the super-dry clinic and out of the stressful "don't cough" environment, my cough calmed right down. I punished it with Buckley's anyway. I know it's their gimmick, but man, I can't belive how awful that stuff is!

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