JIT

About ten years ago a high-priced consultant came to the hospital and among her recommendations was "JIT training." I felt like a sheepish fool, but I had to ask her what on earth "JIT" meant. It stands for Just In Time. Shheeeeesh.

I am operating in JIT mode this week. I have had a migraine on an off since Saturday night. I have a general feeling of not so well. I haven't run all week. I was sitting this morning trying to figure out if I can get a quick 3 miles on the treadmill - I can't. I will attempt to do it tonight. At work I am getting work done just prior to what I need it for. Meeting at 10? I am working madly at 9:45 getting ready...

I left work early yesterday to go to the dentist. I learned that I have to have $900. (out of pocket, not counting what the insurance company paid) worth of crown ground off to get at a cavity and I will probably need a root canal. Then I will need to pay to put a crown back on - and the insurance company likely won't want to pay to crown the same tooth twice.

I paid that money for that work on the day of my first date with that man who swept me off my feet. I left the dentist and with a mouth that barely worked went to my favorite retailer for a brand new outfit. Oh, it was a pretty one. And by the time the novocaine wore off, a magical date with a man who seemed to be the man I had been waiting for all my life.

Fast forward - four and a half years: The man is dead, found dead in his home after a dreadful last year of his life that included jail time and his face plastered on the television and newspaper. I haven't even been on a date for years. And now my dental work needs to go.

Oh, the best laid plans of mice and men....

Here's the good news:

I am sober

I am gainfully employed

I know that feelings are NOT facts.

I also know that the Weds. and Thurs. after a Sunday race are times full of strange mental twists. I also know that the week or ten days leading up to a first marathon are full of anxiety. This is probably not a good combo. Add to that an intermittent migraine, a toothache, and bad dental news? Probably strange stuff.

It is all good.

Thanks for bearing with me today.

I get to park in the hospital director's parking place today! He is out for surgery and the DON had a little drawing to see who of us sitting in a management meeting last week would park in his place. I won!