Energy efficiency, according to the Internet, means using less energy to provide the same service. So if I were a lightbulb, I’d be a CFL or an LED. I’m not a lightbulb, but I’m still becoming more energy efficient due to my anticipating “crash” once the side effects of radiation hit. When I succumb to the expected fatigue, Earl’s and my life still needs to go forward.
What does this mean in human terms?
It means I deliberately scheduled my daily radiation appointment for late afternoon instead of first thing each morning. I’m not a morning person, and I knew I would begrudge the entire process more if it were the first thing facing me each day.
In addition, I gang any errands or meetings to coincide with my daily trip to the hospital for radiation, so I’m not driving here, there, and elsewhere throughout the day. It means my personal trainer makes accommodations to see me in a studio near my home, so I don’t have to drive twenty minutes one way to my health club. And it means I take advantage of Earl’s willingness to grocery shop or pay for a personal chef who does that – and the cooking – for us. The added benefit is that I now have time for those things that really feed my soul.
It’s been an interesting phenomenon and has made me realize how inefficient my previous routine was. And how much time was frittered away by poor planning.