Yesterday, I was reminded of my personal boundaries in a potentially lethal way.
Lately, I have been having to answer phones, and do other office work for my husband's business that has grown too large for him to manage on his own. There is a series of urgent calls with frantic customers on the other line needing their needs put first. They all are important, and they all have relavent needs, but unfortunately, there is only so much work my husband can get to ay any given time.
Secretary work, by far, is NOT my thing. I don't like phones, and I don't like chatting with strangers. But, this is a life necessity. I can handle it, once I get used to the routine, and develop a new one. Plus, there will not always be this volume of calls, and other duties on a constant stream. I am aware of that, so I am being rational about it.
However, my brain is taxed. I thrive on routine to keep my brain running smoothly. This is stops me from overexerting and having to over think every move due to poor executive functioning skills, or really not skills, but ability, maybe? Skills implies that I need to learn more, but I have learned what helps me, and that is having s solid routine, as well as not overdoing things by trying to multitask. Yesterday, I had several appointments, and errands to run, as well as phones to tend to, and calls to return.
I felt a bit rushed, but fine. I felt like I was a bit uncomfortable, but could manage. Then, I backed into a car leaving an appointment. I didn't see him there, but it was just a superficial bump. All is good. I head to my next stops, and head home. I start not to be able to remember the phone calls I made this morning. Who did I say what to? Nevermind, I will remember later. I head out to take the dog to his obedience class. Crossing an intersection I bump another car. This was almost a big accident. I should have not done this. This is my brain malfunctioning.
I forgot the rule of how my brain works.