Tomorrow, being the next day of the rest of my life?

Taking care of myself – so that I can take care of the others around me, my husband, my mother and my siblings, my friends, my patients and my work colleagues. I have a huge social contract to fulfil – both unspoken and legal (my job!) and that does require a level of attention and commitment only possible if I am in good health.

I am reminded of the fact that this time last year I was just recovering from an appendectomy that I’d had the day before. It seemed to take me so long to get back to my normal self, months and months. Hitting home to me that value of being well on a physical and emotional level.

I remember when I was in theatre waiting, for the anaesthetic to render me senseless, last thought was this could be your last thought on Earth Francesca, have you done everything you need to do? Have you spent your time on Earth wisely? If you don’t come back no one will care how many reports you did or didn’t do. That’s not how they will remember you. I looked at the clock on the operating room wall, noticed it was 3 pm and that was the last thing I remember.

Of course I woke up!

Tomorrow I have to go into work, I have clinic starting at 0900 and then team meeting. I’ve better prioritise sleep, now to allow me to fulfil my commitments.