Not horrible so far…

As I mentioned in my last entry, George arrived on Friday, September 4th. Because I am stubborn, I did in fact go to work that day. I composed myself, hastily threw together some lunch and snacks, took 600mg Ibuprofen and off I went. I got through most of the day, uncertain at times if I would make it through the next 15 minutes. But I held on. I only ever got to about a 6.5 on the pain scale…until the lunch rush.

At lunch time we have between 50 and 60 children under the age of six eating and then playing on the playground. There’s a lot of stooping, bending, sitting down and getting up, sweeping up after, wiping of tables, and even running across the playground if there’s an accident or a fight. The pain of course ramped up to a 7.5 during this time. But I still hung in there, because I didn’t want the children to not have enough teachers present. I didn’t want to create a situation where the school was not within its legal student/teacher ratio obligation. Though I had been in contact with upper management since arriving to work that morning, as expected no help arrived – no substitute to fill in for me. So I just hung in there, and told the director I’d be leaving after lunch duty.

By the time all three classrooms had gone in for naptime and a few of us teachers were cleaning up, I was ready to cry. I was more emotional than painful actually, but either way it signaled for me that my threshold had been reached. With every sweep of the broom, I wanted to cry. You know, you use pelvic muscles just to sweep with a broom. You don’t realise this because normally it’s such a non-issue. But when your entire pelvic region is on fire, you feel everything – every step when walking, every breath, every muscle when reaching for something, and every sweep of that broom.
I finished up, told my cleanup co-workers, the afternoon supervisor, and the teachers for the three classrooms I work with that I would not be available for the outdoor classroom or end of day daycare (we call it extended care).
I came home just over two hours before the end of my shift, but instead of feeling guilty or failed, I was proud to have made it through most of the day.

When I got home, I took Tylenol 3 and unfortunately got into a fight with my husband. His dad is on dialysis and his dad’s wife keeps running away because she can’t handle having to take care of someone. She takes frequent vacations and notifies us at the last minute to look in after dad, like he’s some kind of friggin’ cat. It’s pathetic. My husband was really mad at her latest vacay announcement and said it totally interrupted his plans to be at a gaming convention this weekend. So the fight we had was me reminding him that at the heart of all his hatred for this woman, and his rebellion towards her – behind all that IS HIS DAD, who needs some fecking assistance. I just got tired of biting my lip on this and went splodey at my husband over it.
I spent the rest of Friday afternoon napping and sitting around in a pissy mood, although I did apologise to my husband for losing my temper, and we did talk things out. I continued stretching and doing slow wide hip circles whenever I could. I think I went to bed before 9pm Friday night.

On Saturday, I put on my stubborn pants again so to speak, cuz I got up at 6am and was out the door by 7:15am to go to class. It was my first day of class for the school I work at, to get me certified in the subjects I am supposed to be teaching. It’s a long story… I used to be a head teacher many years ago, and I just came back to the field of teaching in 2008, and the school that hired me this year wants me to be a co-teacher so they’ve told me to take a class and so I am. Until I complete the course, I only get assistant teacher status and pay. Upon completion, hopefully I’ll get a raise and updated status. I hope I don’t have to wait until I’ve completed the entire program. We’ll see…
The class I’ve signed on for meets every other Saturday from now til Halloween. It’s college-level immersion, so there’s going to be tons of homework.
I was in class from 8am to 4:30pm on Saturday. The pain level got to be a 7 at times, and I shifted uneasily in my chair. By 2pm I was done, but stuck it out. As everyone was helping to clean up at the end of the day, someone accidentally knocked over one of the shelves in the classroom, shattering several bowls and artifacts. The loud crash startled me of course, and kicked up the adrenalin, which in turn set off a new round of cramps so intense that I thought I would burst into tears and puke at the same time. I was really rattled and emotional by this point. I helped for a few minutes to pick up pieces of broken porcelain, then fled the room and waited for us to be officially dismissed after the mess was cleaned up.

When I got home, my husband wanted to go out to eat. We decided on a local taqueria, but for some reason it was closed. As we walked a block back to our car, the pain ramped up again. I made it through dinner at another Mexican restaurant, but was quite uncomfortable.
We stopped home for a minute, I took more ibuprofen, and then we went to Target. It was Saturday night and I didn’t want to stay home, but I was incapable of being at a party or a nightclub. We went to Target to see if any of the Halloween merch was out, yet. Halloween is our favourite holiday – our house looks like Halloween year ’round.
I lucked out at Target, finding spooky PJs and socks and shirts, but my husband was disappointed – nothing in the men’s section for him at all. We were there for about half an hour when suddenly I felt the need to just lay down. I seriously felt like my body had become leaden. Every step had me out of breath. My eyes began to droop. I had to call my husband to tell him where I was in the store so he could come find me and take me home. My speech slurred, and I wasn’t even on Tylenol 3. I slowly put all my merchandise back on the shelves and we left the store. I nodded off in the car on the way home.

The last few miles of the drive home became excruciating when a new round of pain set in. When we got home, I took Tylenol 3 and just went to bed.

That brings us up to date – I woke up this morning and decided to rebel against taking my meds. This happens nearly every month – I get so fed up with being zombified on pain meds that I refuse them.
I got through most of the day today just taking it easy, doing slow stretches, sitting on the pot, and laying down. But the pain finally got the better of me around 8pm, and I took a Tylenol 3. The pain ramped up faster than I could handle, however, so I popped another half Tylenol 3, and now I’m seriously stoned. I was pain-free thanks to the meds and my new heating pad, but after an hour the pain is seeping through again, so it’s time to lay down.

Tomorrow is Labor Day. I have the day off work and another day to recover from george. I hope tomorrow is the last of that bastard for another 26 days.

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