“Tales from the **it(t)y – DOE Style”

I spent a glorious early autumn Sunday inside my apartment, taking prescription meds for my back which had gone into spasm – this after having episodes of migraine “auras” 2 days in a row – and while I resist taking drugs unless absolutely necessary in this instance I realized that I cannot just tough this stuff out anymore. Whether or not I will be able to go to work tomorrow remains to be seen, since running around to 5 different rooms to teach TWO out-of-license subjects is just cruel and unusual (or not) punishment. Stress does this to the body – headaches, weak areas further weakened, cortisol-induced weight gain, which further adds to the stress on the body, etc, etc…the funny thing is that I pushed myself to go to the gym twice this week, to help deal with the stress, and to keep my body strong – which it is - and for my efforts are rewarded with a body that cannot function properly. Perhaps hitting the pool to swim off the effects of working in/fighting against insanity without the proper warm-up most likely contributed to the back spasm, not to mention cleaning my antique claw-foot bathtub. So between sessions with the ice pack and the heating pad, a cocktail of prescription meds and over-the-counter drugs, and trying not to think about what-the-hell-am-I-gonna-teach tomorrow? (did you assume I was given a curriculum or any assistance with aforementioned subjects I am not licensed to teach? Oh silly you!), and drug-induced naps, and phone calls with my sister to talk about HER problems…you get the picture. It’s not pretty at all. It’s Sunday evening and you know what that means…