I thought this admonition from my friend J. was pretty funny:
well, don't work too much, because the *other* thing you do when you're sick is work like a beaver as if people were just looking for an excuse to set you adrift on an ice-floe
So true. Don't worry J. I have been napping, popping muscle relaxants, reading bad novels, and doing physical therapy every 2 hours. I'm walking with an almost normal gait today - at least around the house - no crutches - waiting for a callback from my doctor to get me some prednisone -
Tomorrow will be tough, though. Rook is going to Pasadena. I have to drop Moomin off at "spring camp" (fancy name for interim daycare) between 7 and 7:30, then drive to San Jose. By leaving early I hope to miss the bad traffic and make the drive easier on my back and leg. Then, somehow find the disabled parking. Crutches might be necessary after the long car ride. Then get into my classroom (I finally got a key, but it doesn't WORK. Will call department office to make someone unlock the room for me ahead of time.) Teach (from a rolly office chair). Drive back (hahahaha, that's the really scary part ) Collapse. Massage??? Physical therapy at 4. (Get someone to pick up Moomin from "camp"?) Lori and Guy coming over and bringing dinner, yay!
I don't want to skip out on the class at the last minute, but I wish I'd cancelled it last week. I think I'm learning how to say no. Sort of.
Thursday: collapse? Go to work? Depending on whether there's prednisone or not and whether Wednesday damaged me.
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