A Doctor’s Visit

There are very few things I like less than going to the doctor.  A doctor (and dentist) visit fills me with all kinds of anxiety.  I’m not sure if it’s because as a kid I was ALWAYS at the doctor with allergies, asthma, and ear infections getting shots, and tests, and treatments or if it’s because I worry that I’ll get bad news.  Regardless of where it stems from, other than my regular must-do yearly exams, I avoid the doctor as much as possible. 

Like usually happens about 10 weeks into the new school year,  I came down with a sore throat this week.  It feels like I’ve raked a cheese grater over it.  I didn’t sleep well last night, waking up several times not being able to swallow.  I tossed and turned, knowing it meant I needed to go to the doctor in the morning. 

Begrudgingly, I arrived at Urgent Care about five minutes before they opened this morning.  There were already 3 patients ahead of me. Luckily, I only waited about 20 minutes to be taken into the back.  After the nurse triage I was placed in the small exam room.  This is where I tend to imagine all the things that could be wrong with me, in this case I was sure it was throat cancer. 

The doctor interrupted my nerves for a bit when entering the room, asking me all the same questions the nurse had asked me not 10 minutes before.  After looking at my chart, he commented that my blood pressure looked high.  The doctors always comment on this at the beginning of an exam.  Not because my blood pressure is high, but because I am a nervous wreck at the doctors (or dentist).  I told him I tend to run high at the beginning of the visits, but if he doesn’t tell me I’m going to die, it will be back to normal by the end of the visit.  “Deal,” he said.  Next, he remarked that I didn’t seem to have a high temperature, in fact, it was about a degree and a half below 98.7.  Yes, another oddity, when I’m sick, that temp usually goes down, not up.  Urgent care is so convenient on the weekends,  but since the doctors aren’t the regular ones, they don’t really know a patient’s history.  I wanted to tell him to look at my chart; This is all normal for me. 

After all was said and done, the sore throat isn’t a symptom of an incurable disease, but more likely strep throat – a culture will confirm.  After the antibiotic prescription was written out, the doctor asked to take my blood pressure again. I obliged and smiled somewhat proudly when he said that I was right; my bp was just fine at the end of the visit. 

Since there was no time to take it easy this week, I’m very happy to be drugged up, sitting on the couch, and watching TV (or falling asleep in front it).  Actually, I’m very glad to be anywhere that is not the doctor’s office.

So Long Hieronymus Bosch…For Now

I just got home from my walk with the dog and about halfway through it, I finished the last book in the Hieronymus “Harry” Bosch series written by Michael Connolly.  Connolly has written 27 fictional novels (18 of them with Harry Bosch as the main character), and since adopting Rigby I’ve listened to all of them on audiobook while trying to wear out my crazy dog.  The books are terribly entertaining detective/crime type stories, but real easy reads (or listens).  Even on days I didn’t feel like going out, the stories motivated me to do so because I wanted to hear more of the stories.  To be honest, I’m going to miss Harry Bosch, and I’m kind of sad that the series is over. 

When I’m trying to motivate some of my students to read, I often try to hook them up with a series.  The hopes are if they enjoy the first one they will want to continue with the rest.  There are a few authors I have continued reading after the first book, but I don’t think I’ve ever done a series with so many books from start to finish before.  Since the first one was written back in the early nineties each and every one was downloadable.  They were all on my iPhone so I was able to go from to the next without any lag time.  Now they are all over, and I’m having a hard time figuring out what I’m going to listen to next.

Some friends have given me some recommendations.  I’ve downloaded all of Joseph Wambaugh’s Hollywood Station five-book series and all of Robert Crais’s Elvis Cole/Joe Pike fifteen-book series.  Both are detective type stories which will maybe help with the transition.  James Patterson’s Alex Cross series has also been pointed out to me.  Several years ago I read a couple of his books, and they were good.  My only worry about that series is the crimes are always really creepy, not your run of the mill crime.  It’s usually dark by the time I go for a walk, and I think those books will just make me scared.

Tomorrow, I’ll get started on one of the two that I’ve already downloaded.  If anyone else can recommend another entertaining series, I’d love to hear your thoughts. 

Looking online to see how many Michael Connolly novels there are I see that he actually has a new Harry Bosch book coming out next month.  I’m very much looking forward to that.

SAT 9

Haven’t done a Saturday 9 in awhile…

1) Do you believe there's only one person (and there ain't no other) for you? Or do you think we can truly love several partners over the course of our lives? Maybe someday the former, but for now the latter is my frame of reference.

2) Do you have any Christina Aguilera song on your iPod/mp3 player? No, I don’t listen to her music. 

3) What do you deserve an award for? And who would you thank in your acceptance speech? Oh sheesh, I don’t know…

4) Do you have a fragrance or scent you regularly wear?  Clinique’s Happy or Jessica McClintock are two that I wear.  They are mild and don’t screw around with my allergies.  I was out shopping with a friend this summer who was looking for a new perfume.  Many were so strong I thought my head was going to explode.

5) Do you have any allergies? Nothing life threatening, well except I can’t eat seafood, but yes – walnuts, cottonwood (and most springtime blooms that blow off and fly around in the air causing hay fever), Siamese cats, and alcohol I think.

6) There's an older lady who proclaims during a TV commercial, "I will give up beer, bread, wine or soda but I won't give up Life Alert!" No, we're not going to debate her diet. Instead the question is: What are some of the staples that are always on your grocery list?  Chicken breasts, pretzels, fruit, broccoli, squash, bread, soda, peanut butter, Greek yogurt, and tomatoes are staples at my house.

7) What's your favorite sitcom of all time? Probably Seinfeld (not the last 2 years of the series though) and I Love Lucy.  More recently I’ve enjoyed watching Modern Family, The Middle, and New Girl too.

8) When it comes to your socks, do you prefer solids, stripes or prints? Mostly white no-shows for my sneakers, but I do have a few cute pairs of funky socks with stripes and prints.  Most of my shoes though aren’t meant for socks.

9) At what age do you consider a person "middle aged?"  And when do they transition to "old?"  I once heard a comedian say that 45 or 50 could only be middle age if we lived to be 90 or 100.  As old as the number of my age seems to me, I don’t feel old and that’s probably what matters most.  Well, some days I feel older than my age, but most of the time way younger.

Your turn!

Oh California, You’ve Done It Again

The last time I bought gas I paid $4.09 a gallon.  Granted, that was a couple of weeks ago because the only place I’ve driven to is work.  But due to a gas shortage in California over the last week or so, gas prices have skyrocketed.  We already have some of the highest gas prices in the country, so this shortage because of a fire, a power outage, and the reduction of our “summer grade” gas led to even higher prices – higher than even Hawaii, which is saying something.  On a side note, I always find it so odd that gas is made right here, but due to the amount of taxes added to our cost,  we pay more than other states do who have it shipped miles and miles in. 

Gas stations around the state have run out of gas, there are terrible lines at other stations, and prices shot up over $5 - $6 a gallon.  I am a gallon or two above empty and keep driving by the gas station hoping the prediction that Sacramento is curbing the costs actually comes true.  It has dropped some since Monday, but still quite high.  I’ve got maybe two more trips to work before I’m going to have to fill up again.  It seems I’m not the only one running on empty because now reports (from AAA) say that people up and down the state are running out of gas left and right because, while waiting for the prices to go down, they waited too long. 

When I first heard of the price increase, I figured it was something the entire country was facing (only slightly less since most pay less than we do).  But leave it to good ole Cali to get itself into even more of a mess than we are in already.  With our cost of living increasing rapidly, the cost of property falling even faster, our sales tax at almost 10%, furlough days, and now gas dollars more than the rest of the country it seems to be getting harder and harder to live here.  

Anyways, hopefully my gas lasts until we get some relief at the pump.  Wish me luck!  I should check to be sure my AAA membership is up-to-date just in case though.

Ode to the New Library

The doors opened just last week.

Local teachers were asked to be the first visitors. 

There are rows and rows and rows of picture books where children who love to read can devour books.

And with a homework and tutoring room for those without help at home.

In a room with 12-foot picture windows and colorful computers with large-keyed keyboards for little fingers.

Two stories of new with a little bit of the past sprinkled in.

Catering to the needs of young and old alike. 

Desktops and even laptops for check out to be used for writing, learning, thinking. 

Within two blocks of an elementary school that is thrilled to have it so nearby.

I Cried Today

You are cordially invited to my little pity party.

When just a few months ago, work made me cry on a regular basis, it no longer does.  Being at my new school makes me happy, and I believe in what I’m doing again which goes a long way. 

This morning, however, I had an overwhelming urge to cry, and few tears were shed.

The last two months have been busy.  Good busy, but still busy.  In addition to regular teaching “stuff” I’ve been out of the classroom for staff development both as a trainer and a trainee several times already this year.  Each time I’m out, I have to write sub plans in addition to my regular plans.  I’ve been out the last two days, which means two days of sub plans.  When arriving at school this morning to review yesterday’s sub notes and prepare for today’s sub, I also had to set up my classroom so 30+ teachers would have a place to sit when they came in for a demo lesson.  Furniture was moved around and folding chairs were set up.  During this frantic moving, while dressed up in heels and a dress no less, my room phone rang.  It was my principal calling to ask how the meeting room for my training needed to be set up as it hadn’t been set up correctly the night before.  I finished what I could, grabbed my things, and headed to the other room where my principal was waiting to help. 

The chairs and tables set up in a giant circle around the meeting room was the straw the broke the camel’s back.  Our trainings are usually set up in tables to promote discussion.  The incorrect set up was the last bit of air let out of an already deflated tire.  “Ya know,” I said, “It’s fine the way it is.”  My principal asked if I was sure since it wasn’t the way I’d been setting up the room.  I nodded, trying not to fall apart (yes, over tables people).  “I’m sure,” I said, feeling that please-don’t-cry pressure in head.  “I’m just so tired, the thought of moving this furniture is going to push me right over the edge.”  Then I found a box of tissues to stop the tears that were welling in my eyes. 

This inappropriate emotion passed quickly (luckily my principal, who is also a friend, is as intense as I am, completely understood where I was coming from, and didn’t think I was a complete nut job), and we moved a few tables around to make it work. 

Usually I strive on stress, but usually the stress comes in waves.  So far this year, it hasn’t stopped.  There has been NO catching up with not only my job in the classroom, but all the district commitments I have outside the classroom.  I don’t like that word overwhelmed because it holds negative connotations of not being able to handle things.  Well maybe I can’t.  Maybe this was a sign that I need to stop putting so much on my plate.  Or maybe I can, just a after wringing out a tear or two.

Come On, Fall! Where Are You?

October has arrived.  When I lived in New England, autumn was my favorite season with the temperature dropping and the leaves changing colors.  Here in the valley north of Los Angeles, fall seems to arrive later and later each year.  I think we are on our millionth day of 100+ temps.  I’m to the point that when the weatherman shows the week’s forecast I point at the TV and say, “Oh just shut up, you!”  It’s sooooo hotttttt.

Regardless, at least September is over and we are closer to some cooler weather than we were last month.  And because we’ve turned another page on the calendar, it’s time for The Kathryn Wheel’s Calendar Challenge.  I had gotten a little tired of the layout for the previous few months, so it was changed up a bit in September.
I’m not terribly happy with the way it turned out, but I did have funny making it and all the mindless doodling and coloring.  I’m not sure what I’ll do for October’s layout though. 

Having a crazy, but good, new school year, there has been so little time for any other creating.  I did manage a few pages.

Happy October!  I hope everyone is enjoying their fall so I can live vicariously through you.