Poor decision making

In my youth I was great at making split-second decisions.

I had to be when I was the editor of Woman’s Day. There were daily bidding wars for paparazzi photos and I would often need to decide whether to spend more that the yearly salary of the staff member doing the bidding.

(Actually that made me feel a bit sick and still does – no set of photos is worth more than the yearly salary of the person doing the bidding, it’s plain wrong.)

Now, however, I agonise and fret and misstep with my decision making.

As I type this blog post, DD is sitting at the airport. He is flying overseas for a month for work. First stop is Japan, followed by London, Stockholm, Reykjavík and South Korea.

I am regretting the decision not to go with him. A month is a long time to be apart … not to mention the fact I am missing out on all those fabulous destinations.

We had even started booking flights for me to go with him … and then I realised he was gone for the whole of Vivid Sydney. That’s the busiest time of year at work and I decided I just couldn’t do it to my colleagues.

So my awesome frequent flyer seats were cancelled.

Other poor decisions this week have included choosing to get a flu vaccination in my right arm … which means I haven’t been able to sleep on that side for two nights. It wouldn’t normally be an issue, but I currently can’t sleep on my left side either due to my hip bursitis.

Sleeping on my back is possible, but hard fought.

I was also supposed to be at special event for work last night that included oysters, but I had to ask a colleague to go in my place to supervise the videographer for me.

I had mistakenly moved my periodontal work to 4pm and was unable to speak until 8pm due to eight freaking needles being injected into my gums.

I also regretted buying cooked tuna sushi for lunch … cat food breath at the periodontist! What was I thinking?

Oh, and I forgot to pack a toothbrush in my handbag.

Thankfully that mouth torture is over and done with.

But mainly I am sad that DD is going away. He doesn’t say much, but life will feel very quiet without him.

Song of the day: Mental as Anything “If you leave me”