'Real life' for me is pretty much just as good as life on the road. I came back to my family and friends and a job I love and it's almost as I've never been away... well it would be if it wasn't for every time I see a new person at work, I get a hug - normally it's a slap for something I've done! (Dropping chairs spring to mind!)
I was pretty concerned about my finger (you may recall I can't straighten it) and whether I would be able to do my job... so i went into work a day early in order to check it out. the most fiddly thing i do on a regular basis is cannulate babies - that is put needles into veins and stick them in place. i figured if I could do this, I could perform the other aspects of my job. Result - can still do this - even if I do need several people hovering round me to help LOL.
My foot - on x-ray - does not appear to be broken... all very well and good.. but what is wrong with it then??
So that's injuries covered.
The first day back at work - I woke up ridiculously early, messed about on facebook, only to remember 10 minutes before I was due to leave, that the airline had destroyed my front brakes on the way home. So I rushed to my shed to drag out my now obsolete and largely forgotten trusty Dawes (1990's model), which didn't have a saddle on and had a flat tyres. In the hope that the flat tyres were not actual punctures I inflated them and held my breath for 10 minutes (no... not literally) to see if they would stay inflated. 1 job down , 1 to go. fitting the saddle was a doddle and within the required amount of time I was ready to head to work.
Getting back on my bike gave me a leap of pure joy inside - I had missed feeling of tyres on tarmac and although this bike felt wierd and unstable (the tyres are slightly thinner) and I had forgotten that the gears were on the frame of the bike (told you it was old) so that took some getting used to, it was still pure joy that swept me along, through the darkness to my second home! Going down the hill was interesting, purely because my brakes had not been used for a while and I think the resulting shrieking eminating from them would have woken everyone within a 10 mile radius...
That said, I got to work in one piece - it would have been frankly embarrassing to die in the 2 mile journey to work, having lived through the 2400 mile journey.
Work was as work always is - full of friendship and fun - in between the hard work of course.
And so the weekend continued - only with one slight problem.
I can't sleep.
Now I know what people say about jet lag and time zones and somewhat naively didn't think I would have that problem... how wrong could I be.
One night, I was wide awake STILL at 4 am. I personally blame it on the three days of inactivity I had when i got back from the latest round of gigs (or concerts if you are over a certain age lol). That said - it turned out to be useful as i have made a start on another project - details of which i hope to share with everyone soon.
One of the main comments I get since coming back (after the comment about how thin I am) is what are you going to do next??
As always I have plans and schemes up my sleeve but you may be relieved to know - nothing has taken hold YET. I have vague ideas and as always dreams of big things but nothing in the planning stage yet. I must first start my dissertation and channel as much energy into that (boring I know) before bigger things intervene..... but who knows what life has in store, or what may spark the initial glow of an adventure.
What I do know is, should opportunity present itself - I will grab it with both hands and ask questions later. Meanwhile the search for my real life is not necessary - it's right back where I started from!
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