It stinks not being able to do things. Like sitting on the floor playing a game with the kids. It stinks having to either wear sandals or wake Shawn up at 5:30 so he can help get my sock on. And it stinks even more when Shawn is out of town, and the only option I have is to wake a kid up at 5:30 for sock help. I've learned that Bridget doesn't like being awakened. Megan is the most helpful, and she'll fall back asleep quickly too. Four. More. Inches. My reach needs to be lengthened by four more inches before I'll be able to independently "sock myself."
Steve, the PT, has been rough on me the past two weeks. We are on the verge of a break-up, and we both know it, so he's doing every thing he can to improve my range of motion because he knows how important my sock is to me. (And how cold Joliet will be soon!) I've watched him cross my right ankle on top of my left knee while pushing down on the right knee. I guess it is a good thing that he can do that, because it means that eventually I will be able to do that. But it HURTS like HELL. The first time he did this, I said, "Steve, I just want you to know, that I'm sweating (from the pain), and biting my lip, and this hurts a lot, but I will NOT be a Bob."
"Huh?" he said.
"Bob. That's the knee replacement guy's name, right?"
Steve laughed. See, Bob is an older guy who had a total knee replacement about a month before my hip surgery. Most of the summer we were at Brightmore simultaneously. Bob has a lot of scar tissue that needs to be broken down, and Bob is a screamer. He screams so loudly that it's uncomfortable for everyone in the building. He seems to be in so much pain while he's being stretched out. I get the impression, that Bob is also a bit on the dramatic side. One of the PTs compared it to women during child birth. Some are screamers, others are not, but once you let the first scream out, it's hard to stop screaming. So, I will not be a Bob.
Well, this blog post went off in a completely different direction than what I anticipated...
I see the doc next week. It will be an interesting visit. I predict he'll tell me that I'm impatient and that it took 7 years to get to this point, so it will take awhile to fully heal. It is what it is, I guess.
We've been in school for 3 weeks now, and boy is it the most stressful year since my first year teaching high school. The beginning of our school year was riddled with many snafus. Student scheduling was all messed up. Teacher scheduling was all messed up. One admin would tell me that my duty was in one place, while another person would say I'm elsewhere. Students had my name on their schedule teaching biology in the freshman center, while English Language Learners were showing up to my classroom. It was NUTS. And that was just day 1. Over the course of the following week, our counselors worked their butts off fixing schedules, while teachers dealt with the daily changes to our rosters. And class sizes? Ridiculous! At one point my classes held 29, 30, 31, 35 and 36 students. I can barely fit 36 desks in the classroom, and for the first time EVER in my career, I have to sit the students in groups of 2. The 4 Honors Geometry sections each hold at least 34 students. But things are beginning to settle down now (hopefully).
The school clocks have caused problems with the bells not ringing at the correct time, and the clock being set 3 minutes ahead of the real world. Fun times! Literally! And on top of this, we have a new student information system (attendance/grading program) to learn. Parents are frustrated that their web access is not fully functional. Teachers are frustrated that we don't know how the heck to use this system properly, nor do we know what the parents see, and all we hear is "We will be rolling out this feature soon." or "We will show you that soon." Well, three weeks into the 9 week marking period and many teachers don't have a single grade posted. That's not acceptable. It really is a mess at school.
Thank goodness for Common Core State Standards!