36 hour day

In a manner of speaking, anyway. And all on about four hours sleep. I got in late on Sunday night, and stayed up later, all by design, with a view to sleeping in on Monday morning. That was where the plan fell down, though, because I woke up irrevocably at 7:15, and the way the day went, I didn't get the chance for an afternoon nap, so it was off to work feeling totally washed out. Luckily, it was a very quiet night, but then yesterday's rush began. The reason behind it all was that K was booked in for a day case operation, nothing at all life-threatening, simply having post-infection gunk sucked out of her ears (she had a very bad ear infection some months ago, and had been pretty deaf ever since), but needing to be done under general anaesthetic. So it was a case of getting back to the flat as quickly as I could, having a shower, then straight out again to take my girl to the hospital (not at all local, but with by far the shortest waiting list for the procedure). By the time she was done, awake again and ready to be picked up - it all went as planned, K's hearing, while not fully restored yet, is much better already -  and we'd made our way back, it was almost 7:30. I'd booked the night off work, of course, so that I could be around for K in her post-anaesthesia recovery stage, but it was just as well I didn't have to go in, because I was almost beyond tiredness by that point. I do vaguely remember 9:00 passing, but virtually nothing after that until 7:30 this morning. and I'm still shattered now. And I do have to go to work tonight. Meh!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B