Is it Friday yet?

I am exhausted. I've been so busy this week that the entire week has literally flown by. I've been very glad that this has been a rest week. I'm really looking forward to only running ten miles this weekend.
I'm still going to try to get up pretty early on Saturday to get the mileage in, because I'm fairly certain that it will be about three thousand degrees out again by this weekend, but at least I'll be done early if I get out early.
My biggest headache this week is my job. I alluded to how busy I've been earlier this week, and of course things have just snowballed from there. By the end of the week I will have seen twenty three new patients already during the month of August...that's twenty three new patients in eleven days (and two of those days were weekend days...thus no patients seen then). This number of course does not count the two new patients who cancelled earlier this week due to illness/family emergency/whatever. I'm on pace to do almost seventy patient visits this week, which is a full 20 more than last week.
I like being busy, but I dislike people being rude when they can't have the appointment time that they want. I've got one patient in particular, who is only available for a two hour window three days per week, and I'm at lunch for 1/2 hour of her two out window. With those type of restrictions on "when she can come in" it's no wonder that its a little difficult to coordinate her appointments...especially since she doesn't call until the day that she wants to come in. She doesn't understand why I can't just drop whatever it is that I'm doing and squeeze her in. Today she was almost a full forty minutes late for her appointment, so I cut her session short by forty minutes. I felt like that was fair, especially since she was the last patient of the day. I've stayed late every day this week, I just couldn't do it this week. I cannot wait for a weekend.