After a fair bit of angst, I decided to teach RPM this morning - and guess what, padded up there was no pain at all - I was a bit puffy after a week of doing nothing, but boy, did it feel good to move again! I did some shouldery rehab stuff - am slowly getting it back into submission, so here's hoping I'm as good as gold really soon.
Thank you for the comments on the kangaroo and the depression. I think kangaroo is a bit of an acquired taste and you have to cook it just right to bring out the best in it! I can highly recommend the herb and garlic steaks as a first port of call to any virgin kangaroo eaters.
Now onto the depression - thank you to Esme for your comment about depression and caring professions. I think we're inadvertently led to believe that somehow we're above suffering the ills of our patients. I remember the day I started my pharmacy degree, being in a lecture theatre with the med students, physios and all the other medicine/health students and being told that we were "elite", how we had to 'rise above' to treat our patients. Depression doesn't discriminate though -I've lost colleagues to suicide and it's even worse if you're a doctor it seems.
Now I think that when we care, we need to be especially cautious of taking time to recharge our own batteries. I allowed myself to get too busy and tried to be too much for too many people. However I am consciously choosing to say "no" to more things so I can say "yes" to feeling more even, more relaxed and to having more fun.
Now, off to bed soon to curl up with a good book. Resting helps everything, including a frazzled headspace feel much better!