I had the most amazing day today! We had our all staff meeting in the morning. It was fun to see the teachers again. We have a great group of teachers and I'm excited about this school year.
Today, several of the teachers gave me kudos for the hard work I've been doing to get the classes filled. They know this because our principal told them. It's great when your boss tells you directly that you are doing a good job but for your boss to tell other people. Sometimes, that is even better.
I had great conversations with several potential parents and had great follow up meetings with co-staffers this afternoon/evening. I walked out of my office on a major high.
Then I got a voicemail from my kidney specialist's office. See, I had been having some pain lately so I went to my doctor. Who, as it turns out, is on a sailing trip for 3 1/2 months! Love my job but I'm in the wrong line of business, clearly. I was surprised when they told me I had blood in my urine. Called in a scrip for me and off J went to our neighborhood Walgreen's. Horse tabs for three days. Done.
The doc I did see had suggested I go to a kidney specialist. Kidney specialist also sails and wants the contact info for my doctor and wants to know where he went on his trip. Kidney specialist ran his own tests and said he wanted to run some more lab work. Kidney specialist said it could be kidney stones or cancer or endometriosis or nothing. Kidney specialist said we could do a CAT scan or an ultrasound or we could wait on the lab results.
So I'm waiting on the lab results and have convinced myself that it is endometriosis coming to haunt me 20 years later. Only this time, I'm just gonna cut my uterus out. I have also convinced myself that this is all in my pretty little head.
Then I got a voicemail from my kidney specialist's office. (I know I repeated that up 3 paragraphs. It's a writing technique, not a mistake.) And now I need a hug. Only J is out of town. Why does s*** always hit the fan when J is out of town and not here to help clean it up?! Or give me a hug. I thought about going across the way and getting a hug from Glass Girl or Her Girl. Only I know I would break down in sobs. This is why I should get a hysterectomy. To remove the hormone inducing insanity.
I need a hug right now. Excuse me while I hug my rabbit and sob because I have blood in my urine and have to go for further testing. Totally irrational. I know. Again, excuse me. I need to see a rabbit about a hug.
Today, several of the teachers gave me kudos for the hard work I've been doing to get the classes filled. They know this because our principal told them. It's great when your boss tells you directly that you are doing a good job but for your boss to tell other people. Sometimes, that is even better.
I had great conversations with several potential parents and had great follow up meetings with co-staffers this afternoon/evening. I walked out of my office on a major high.
Then I got a voicemail from my kidney specialist's office. See, I had been having some pain lately so I went to my doctor. Who, as it turns out, is on a sailing trip for 3 1/2 months! Love my job but I'm in the wrong line of business, clearly. I was surprised when they told me I had blood in my urine. Called in a scrip for me and off J went to our neighborhood Walgreen's. Horse tabs for three days. Done.
The doc I did see had suggested I go to a kidney specialist. Kidney specialist also sails and wants the contact info for my doctor and wants to know where he went on his trip. Kidney specialist ran his own tests and said he wanted to run some more lab work. Kidney specialist said it could be kidney stones or cancer or endometriosis or nothing. Kidney specialist said we could do a CAT scan or an ultrasound or we could wait on the lab results.
So I'm waiting on the lab results and have convinced myself that it is endometriosis coming to haunt me 20 years later. Only this time, I'm just gonna cut my uterus out. I have also convinced myself that this is all in my pretty little head.
Then I got a voicemail from my kidney specialist's office. (I know I repeated that up 3 paragraphs. It's a writing technique, not a mistake.) And now I need a hug. Only J is out of town. Why does s*** always hit the fan when J is out of town and not here to help clean it up?! Or give me a hug. I thought about going across the way and getting a hug from Glass Girl or Her Girl. Only I know I would break down in sobs. This is why I should get a hysterectomy. To remove the hormone inducing insanity.
I need a hug right now. Excuse me while I hug my rabbit and sob because I have blood in my urine and have to go for further testing. Totally irrational. I know. Again, excuse me. I need to see a rabbit about a hug.
2 comments:
Wish I WAS there to give you a hug! The what-if's are sometimes worse than the eventual diagnosis, but I pray peace and health over both.
Oh, munchkin. I always assume the worst, and then it's usually not anything serious at all. Here's hoping.
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