I really must be getting old...

after the last post, expounding bravado and testosterone,  i literally in the last 2 days. It was hectic. by late wednesday, I was feeling the effect of having workouts for 7 days straight. As luck would have it, my patient deteriorated in the early hours of thursday morning and i had to scrap myself out of bed to operate at 4am in the morning instead of cycling. Took me 3 hours and a lifetime to stop bleeding. I left the operating theatre drained and hunted down a coffee dispensing machine to give me a much needed caffeine boost before dashing to do a round at ttsh and then saw 2 patients in the clinic before dashing back to sgh to start my elective operating. Hey if i thought the ironman was insurmountable maybe today would test my inner resolve again. I went straight into action and resected a brain tumour in double quick time in a lady with a solitary metastasis from breast cancer, then rushed to the Novalis suite to plan treatment for a guy with recurrent brain mets from a lung cancer. Then its back to the operating theatre for the mother of all skull base tumours  which took all my energy. the tumour was so darned difficult I did not have lunch or did i stop for a toilet break. Twas 10 pm when i finished. So today was a bit of a wash out and after another brain tumour to remove, i didn't feel much like going to the pool for a swim. most likely it will be a early night where i will sleep well and hopefully dream of a good weekend to get in some quality workouts.