Life is handing me one lemon after another these days. I have a whole bag of them just sitting here. I'd make lemonade, except that I gave up citrus since it gives me migraines. So what is a girl to do?
I'll give you some examples of some of the lemons.
I went to the dentist to get me teeth cleaned and checked. I go twice a year, just like you are supposed to. I have been brushing twice a day and working hard to prevent any new cavities and doing a great job. I have even been remembering to floss frequently enough that I haven't been given any lectures. But... wouldn't you know that one of the old, big fillings is broken and I need another crown. My second in a year and I have already maxed my dental allotment for the year. Total Lemon.
The last seven weeks of work I had to do double duty because my teaching partner was on family leave. I am thrilled for her, but the substitute she ended up with (after many unsuccessful attempts at others) ended up being a bit of a dud. She was a very nice lady, but completely wrong for a long term job. So I had to do my job and half of hers. Consequently, I didn't get all of my work done that I had planned on and managed to run myself ragged in the process. Lemon.
The lack of sleep from the end of school caused me to get a cold on top of my allergies and I am still trying to recover. It has been a week since I got done working and I am still waking up feeling exhausted. The boys have even been letting me sleep until eight in the morning, meaning that I have been getting 9 or 10 hours of sleep a night and I'm still totally exhausted more than a week later. Throw another lemon in my bag. This morning was a little bit better, so at least there might be hope. Although it is nearly midnight as I write this, so maybe not.
Then there is the van. I never wanted a mini van. I was talked into the mini van. I have always said that all vans are evil, even the mini ones. And I have been proven correct. Our van is cursed. It has been hit by a bus while parked. We weren't lucky enough to have it totaled by the bus. It has been rear-ended by a person lacking insurance. It got a crack in its windshield for no reason at all. It got a clean bill of health one week only to have the transmission go out one week later on the day we were planning to put it up for sale! I hate the van. We then find out the transmissions on these vans were recalled and that the transmission had already been replaced once. So the transmission is only 5 years old and needs to be fixed. Spell it out with me. L. E. M. O. N. I hate the van. Which now means that there is no way that we can sell the van for what we owe on it. And there is no way that I am paying to fix a car that neither one of us even likes. Throw a couple of lemons in my bag, because this one is a doozy.
Oh, the migraines. Let's talk about the migraines. The chiropractor is not working. I seem to get more of them when I see her than when I don't. I am going to experiment with being really busy this summer and not see her for a few weeks and see what happens. Is that bad? How do you say, "Your adjustment seem to cause headaches, not cure them." It just seems mean. Then there is the fact that the new medicine seems to be working. Great, right? Wait, lemon ahead. I have to go in and have more blood work done. There is a chance that it is making my kidneys not work. Bad. Functional kidneys are kind of important. So if the blood work comes back with the numbers too low, I have to go off the meds the make the headaches go away. Then we are back to trying something else that may or may not work. Hand over the lemon.
Then the last lemon because I need to go to bed. Someone I love is waiting on the results of a biopsy that could make the rest of my lemons very minor in comparison. So a whole bag of lemons all by itself.
So life, please send me something else for a while. I'm a little tired of lemons.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
If there was a police officer out there, my life would be getting pulled over any minute now. I am going to wake up tomorrow to the last day of school. And I will be crying out, "But wait, I haven't taught you X, Y or Z yet!" But we will be sending them off to middle school and it will be someone else's turn to teach and inspire and worry about them.
Even thought there are two weeks left before that day, I feel like it is tomorrow. The number of special events and interruptions have cut the amount of time we have to wrap things up in half. On one hand I am so ready to be done, but on the other I just need more time.
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