My can

I missed my alarm last Friday but miraculously woke up anyway at 5:27. With 33 minutes to meet my carpool, I threw on my scrubs from the previous day, took Bennet for a spin, and ran to the carpool stop. I made it with enough time to grab a cup of coffee, but almost immediately found that I'd forgotten some paperwork and my stethoscope. On the drive home I was congratulating myself for faking it through the day despite the late start. I turned the corner into my neighborhood and found that I'd missed something else: trash day.

Sometimes when I don't put my trash to the curb, someone else in the neighborhood does it for me. I kept my fingers crossed that that was the case that day, but alas, my can was full and leaning against my house, right where I left it.

I have to wait another week for my can to be emptied, but the thing's full now. There's just enough room for a few more bags of dog poo, but that's about it. In the meantime, trash is collecting within my house. The can in my bedroom is full. the bathroom trash is full. The desk trash is full. And the kitchen's a mess. I've stopped throwing things away altogether and now there's an empty container of milk in the fridge. Things are out of control.

I had to hire someone to walk B on my long clinical days. If this trash situation goes on much longer, I may need to consider hiring someone to take my can to the curb on Fridays.