The secret diary of a single parent bloke
Have you any idea how difficult it is to stop a nosebleed when you’re in the shower? That’s what I’ve been trying to do every morning for the last couple of weeks. And I really don’t need the extra washing that bloodied towels create- I’ve got enough to do, and since the tumble dryer packed up, practically every warm area is draped with wet school uniforms and pyjamas.
Once every few weeks, an occupational health nurse visits work, so I made an appointment to see her. She checked my blood pressure and sent me straight out of work and to their health centre. They in turn sent me straight to my doctor, who gave me a blood pressure monitoring thing and sent me home.
I’ve never understood what blood pressure readings mean, but apparently mine falls into the “oh shit” category. Hardly a surprise really- I’m stressed beyond belief: early mornings, kids, trouble at work with stroppy staff and moronic managers, rushing around back home, kids, washing and then a second job in the evening. It’s probably the second job that’s doing it: my nosebleeds (and high blood pressure, it would seem) coincide with a design project which I’ve been working on until 2am most mornings.
I guess this is my body’s way of telling me that something’s gotta give, and it’s going to have to be my job. But I’m not giving up my second job, so I guess I’m going to have to quit the day job.