If you can't stand the heat...

I must admit, now that the dust has settled a bit, I am feeling pretty depressed about this whole thing. I’m pretty shaken up after a seriously scary brush with death. My bike is smashed up, my body hurts, my gear’s all trashed and I have no feeling for when or whether it’s going to be sorted out, or how seriously I’m going to be left out of pocket as a result. This morning, three “you need to do this, you need to do that” conversations with different senior people, all of whom have decided that they require urgent work from me, seem more like victimisation than “just part of the job”. I am finding it hard to care too much about this urgency. Fighting the desire to walk out and go back to bed.