Reflections on time

I've always had an advesarial relationship with Time. When I get a call, I have eight minutes to get there. When someone stops breathing I have four to six minutes to get them breathing again before permanent brain death occurs. In a major trauma I need to have a patient treated, packaged, and off scene in under ten minutes.

Time never seems to be on my side.

I have an obsessive need to be on time. I'm annoyed when I can't be. I'm annoyed by people who can't be on time. On the other hand, when there's no commitment, I have no particular need for Time. On my days off, I'm not concerned for what time it is. It's just when I'm committed to some action or obligation that times becomes so important. Basically, I think of Time as the enemy, or I don't think of it at all. It's interesting.

I've spent some time this week thinking about Time. I don't really like being a slave to Time but I can't really see where Time negotiates. This is funny to me, because I'm sitting here trying to find a way to describe my thought process and in my head, Time is like a three dimensional entity. It's an authority figure. The power it has! I've decided to edit my post to capitalise Time because for me, it seems to be a three dimensional thing with a proper name. A name that should be capitalised. 

We were supposed to post our reflections on time, so I don't know if this fits the bill or even makes any sense. Time and me, we're not friends and I ignore it whenever I can. In ways that time can affect me personally, I'm not terribly concerned. I'm not concerned about my age. My biological clock gave nary a tick nor a tock. If I'm not scheduled to be somewher I can spend an entire day reading a book or sitting on the grass playing with my cat. But when my actions impact other people, Time is a taskmaster I dare not oppose!