Patience vs Perfectionism – 221/2025

On Thursday morning I reported to the outpatient surgical centre for my scheduled gynaecological procedure. It all went fine. Beforehand I hadn’t worried too much about it, which still sometimes is a weird / new state of mind for me. And I wasn’t really worried while I was there either. All the staff were friendly and patiently explained what they wanted / needed me to do or what they were doing to me; very mindful about making me comfortable and all. It feels weird to stress that they did, as if these days we usually expect to be manhandled through these kind of things, because we all know that “time is money” even and especially in the healthcare sector, which often is short-staffed and all. Anyway, I felt well looked after.

As to be expected I don’t remember the actual moment I went under; the last thing I remember was the kind anaesthetist asking me how I was doing and a light burning sensation along my arm with the cannula. The next thing I “remember” was being somewhere (in a dream, ok) and people started pulling me away sideways from there. And then I was already in the recovery room. I know enough about blood pressure, heart rate etc to infer from the glance on the monitor above my bed that I was doing fine. After a while they unhooked me from the EKG and blood pressure cuff, gave me something to eat and drink, then a bit after that they also took out the cannula and slowly led me back to the changing room. A quick chat with the operating surgeon – it all looked fine, but of course we need / should wait for the lab report as well – and I was allowed to be picked up.

I signed in at the clinic at 7:30, was brought into the operating room around 9:00, called my pickup at 11:30, was home by 12. No big deal indeed. I also was lucky that my body handled the anaesthesia well and I only experienced mild cramping for a few hours after. But that was similar to regular period cramps, nothing to take pain killers for. Post op bleeding also was much less than I had expected (worried); like I stated above it all went fine.

That weird perfectionist part of my brain very quickly tried to tell me that, when I so obviously was doing fine, I could just as well do some of the tasks that needs to be doing. Not physical ones like chores, but there is still quite a bit of admin and organisational tasks to do for the local election campaign and regular life admin in general. I’m happy to say that I managed to silence that part of my brain and tried very much to actually rest.

For a tiny while I pondered that impulse to “need to do things” and then decided to blame patriarchy and capitalism. The world I was raised in. And to defy that by doing my best to rest and recuperate for the weekend. I lay down on the air bed at the family home (mandatory 24hour post op supervision) for a bit, than took my book out to the lounger on the patio.

Ice Lolly Treatment
Ice lolly treatment for my (mildly) sore throat

I moved from there to the couch and later in the evening back out on the patio to hang out with my brothers for a bit. The night was ok, nothing to do with any post op stuff, just the usual more restless sleep in a different bed in a different room with sounds from a different neighbourhood. I stayed in the family home till yesterday afternoon, taking it just as easy (lounger, sofa…) before I went back to my own place.

Still took it rather easy today, because I reminded myself, that even though there is no visible sign outside on my body (no cut, no bandage), a part of my body was cut into and that it needs healing. The fact that I slept for about 10 hours straight last night is a good indicator that my body needs rest, I’d say. So that’s what I’m going to do. Tonight and tomorrow. Though tomorrow I might need to get working on some of those local election admin tasks as well. Maybe.

“Make Sure You Take a Polaroid Picture” – 217/2025

Lyrics: “Polaroid Picture” – Frank Turner, 2013

Back from a weekend away with friends and while that was quite relaxing and recharging, my mind too quickly went into a bit of an overdrive. Work and life and all that. I had to head into the office yesterday and the day did not go as I had originally planned. Urgent team meetings, finalizing tasks for a coworker who’s on vacation, “can you comment on this report ASAP” request, callback on of the coworker’s task just when I had wanted to leave the office. It was good though as it cleared my schedule for today. More or less anyway.

But my mind still feels a bit all over the place and I could definitely use more time off soon. Which I sadly won’t be able to take until mid-September. I’ll try to not stress about work too much till then and definitely make use of the 15 or so hours of overtime I’ve got this year so far. Work an hour or two less each week and not feel guilty about it, because I’ve earned the hours off for the overtime hours I’ve worked before. But I sometimes still like I’m “slacking off”, even though that’s not what I do. Ugh! I talked to a male coworker about that a while ago and was surprised that he felt the same way. I always thought it were predominately women who felt like that.

Anyway, back to that lovely weekend. We had lots of yummy food… (More than this here, I didn’t always pull out the camera).

…we played games, we had massages, we relaxed…

… we explored the surroundings.

I should do those mini-breaks more often. I should definitely get a massage more often. And I need to definitely get more sleep. Over and out.

“Take the Pieces and Build Them Skywards” – 211/2025

Lyrics: “Machines” – Biffy Clyro, 2007

For a moment I had considered the following words for the title:

“Cause I′ve started falling apart, I’m not savouring life”

which are the lines leading up to the words I did choose in the end. That would have made a rather depressing title though. And I’m not in such a low mood, because I am very consciously trying to work against that, by “taking the pieces and building them skywards”. Getting enough sleep or at least trying to. Being kind to myself. Drawing lines. Taking breaks. Doodling. Staying hydrated (not always managing that as well as I’d like. Being kind to myself about that as well).

Work is once again / still super busy and partly overwhelming. I question myself too often still and have to tell myself again and again that making mistakes is human. Not sure I made all that many mistakes, but it feels like it more often than I like these days. Anyway, sometimes my job comes with perks, or at least by now I don’t feel bad to claim perks, when they are available. Like volunteering to assist some coworkers on a job they had to do on a spoil tip, which is closed off to the public. I basically just went so I could look down and around and out….

…. Skywards

Lovely little break from our office everyday routine. This weekend will also be a lovely little break as I’m away for a wellness trip with some friends.


Civic engagement is also taking it’s toll still and again and I sometimes just wish I could just quit my participation, but I’d feel too bad about letting down the others long before I had announced I would. It’s just that it feels like I’m one of the few holding it together and I don’t know if I need to draw more lines. Ask for more support. But how can the other not see what needs doing? They’ve been part of it all as long as I have. I can only partly “blame” it on being raised as a woman with the inherent female impulse to pick up the slack. We’re as many women as men in our group so that can’t be it.


Another piece to build it skywards is buying books. Reading books. Not the same activity. I still need to update my reviews on Storygraph, I have read quite a bit recently, while also binging “Department Q” on Netflix. Holy Shit, what a great show. Once I had finished it I had to skim back to some episodes to see how neatly they had woven all those trails together and planted hints along the way. I also immeaditely read the few “Carl / Rachel” fanfics I could find, because… duh! Chemistry!

And then there of course is music and buying gig tickets. I know I probably wouldn’t have needed the pre-sale code, but when I have it and know I want to go, I can just as well buy the ticket right away, right? My upcoming vacation in September, Department Q and all that had me in a Scottish mood: So I bought the Biffy Clyro ticket for January 2026 mere 5 minutes after the presale started and am at the moment getting reacquainted with all their good old stuff. The opening chords to “The Captain” still get me all hyped up, I mean just listen to it

Biffy Clyro live

I plan to watch the whole 90 minutes at some point in the very near future. Isn’t it nice to fall back in love with a band?


Another thing that’s been weighing on my mind a bit these past few days, was, that my gynaecologist last week urged me to have recommended procedure done rather sooner that later. She called the hospital, I had a pre-op appointment there today and my procedure is scheduled for next Thursday. Out-patient so no big deal, but still a bit of a deal. Anaesthesia and so on. In my 50 years on this earth I only had to go through that once over 25 years ago. I’m not really worried about it all, it’s just such a nuisance to spend hours at the hospital, in surgery (more minutes than hours hopefully), recuperating and all that. But I’m glad this happens long before my trip to Scotland, so I can enjoy it. Six weeks more to go.