I’m feeling quite burnt out now. I had a great time in Serbia, but I didn’t get much in the way of sleep. I figured the first night I was a bit stressed about the luggage situation, which stopped me from settling. On the second night I got two blocks of two hours sleep. Not sure why. Last night I lay awake for ages then finally fell asleep a couple of hours before my alarm went off. No reason I can think of.
I’ve already posted a rant about my flight home. The combination of sleep deprivation and the travel issues has really taken it’s toll. I’m not sure I had properly recovered from the Asia Pacific tour either. I sound really pathetic, like a spoiled kid, but I just want to do something normal for a while.
Steve Feuerstein posted recently about ditching a lot of his travelling. I do a lot less than him and I haven’t been doing it for as long either, but I really know where he’s coming from. Some people are like robots and can do it week after week. I’m not one of them.
Well, I’ve got a day off before UKOUG starts. I know it sounds like I’m an ungrateful git, but I’m really not looking forward to it. The adrenaline will kick in and I will be all manic and chatty as always, but I’ve really got nothing left. At least I’m not presenting. I’ve agreed to help out Vikki with the OTN/ACE stuff. Not sure how much time that will take, so I’m not sure how many presentations I will get to see. If you are knocking around the OTN lounge and you see a fat old geezer who’s either sleeping or mumbling to himself, give him a prod and say, “You miserable old sod. You get all these fantastic opportunities and all you can do is bitch and moan!” I will then talk to you for 10 hours about Aardvarks, or something random like that. I have no off switch. You’ve been warned.
My sister had a mole taken off her face a few days before I left the UK. I got home today and found out the tests have come back positive for skin cancer (malignant melanoma). My Mom had malignant melanoma about 25 years ago and carcinoma more recently. My dad had skin cancer too. I think it was carcinoma, but I can’t remember. Mom and dad recovered fine (Dad died of something else, not cancer), so I’m sure my sister will be OK. We’re tough as old boots. Just to clarify, it was my sister-in-law, not my sister, that had ovarian cancer 2 years ago, she’s tough as old boots too.