I’ve mentioned before in this blog about how I’m a creature of habit.
Every day, I try as much as I can to follow the same routine. Get up at the same time. Eat the same breakfast. Follow all the same daily rituals, from morning to evening. And then, when it’s time to go to bed, I have my set of night time routines to follow as well.
Being a creature of habit is a good thing. Having a bunch of regular routines to fall back on every day is helpful and comforting. It assists me when other elements of life get a bit out of whack (and don’t we know that at the moment). It provides shape and structure to my day, helping me deal with the unexpected challenges that are bound to pop up. If I can have at least some aspects of my life down pat, I can spend more energy on the rest.
Except that I’m starting to feel that my reliance on habit is being taken just that little bit too far.
I feel like I’ve just developed a new habit, and it’s not a good one. It doesn’t provide any comfort, and it certainly doesn’t provide a useful baseline for dealing with other elements of my life.
So what exactly is this new and unproductive habit?
I now seem to have made it my custom that every year I get to go to hospital.
This is not fun. This is not useful. This is the most ridiculous habit I can think of.
Yes, in case you haven’t figured it out, I’m just back from my third visit to hospital in three years. And this time, not all of me made it back. Hopefully, my gall bladder won’t be missed too much.
I’m not sure what to do about this situation. I like to maintain my habits, but not this one. I think that three visits in three years is definitely enough. I’ll be doing everything I can to ensure I break this habit, moving forward.
Funny though, thinking about my gall bladder. At first I felt a bit sad – as if I’d lost a part of myself. But given how little use it actually was, and that it was doing little more than making me sick, the decision to cut it out was definitely the right one.
it’s a bit like a character in a story. No matter how attached you are, if it’s not contributing to the story, it really needs to be removed.
And there you go – I’ve managed to get a reference to writing into this post about hospitals. I reckon I deserve a drink for that. Except I’m not sure I’m allowed to.
So you better have one for me.
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