Drug City: What a week! I was so sure I’d get back on the blogging track. Instead, my mind has been stupefied and groggified by trials of sleeping meds, since my new and wonderful insurance doesn’t want to pay for Lunesta. Insomnia is no joke and neither are these “excellent” replacement options. I’ve had dreadful reactions to all of them but I have a caring physician who understands my overly reactive body. I think I am making his hair fall out, though. And my dearest teaching widower has been a shoulder to cry on as my brain has been zapped into depression and more.
Foot City: Remember the wonderful time I had with the kiddos last Halloween? I didn’t mention that I had wrenched my foot as I slipped while pushing my niece’s wheelchair uphill. It’s been hurting ever since, so I have gotten new shoes (ooh la la) and tried not to limp. Unfortunately, the pain has only worsened with time and my foot keeps giving way. I am convinced that angels have caught me several times or I would have made a face plant on our driveway. My old crutches are new friends for the next few weeks, along with footwear that lacks a certain panache.
Teaching City: This has been a joy, in the midst of brain sludge. Let’s say I work with a kiddo named Javi and I called myself Mrs. Javi. A good reason not to speak of yourself in third person, right? Or let’s say that I ask a student in what order he wants to complete our activities and then forget everything he said, even though it’s written into my lesson plans. What about being unable to read? Refer to Drug City for that explanation. But love and patience with me and laughter and hugs? I couldn’t ask for more.
Onward and upward, by the Lord’s grace.