Plans

 I'm learning you can have plans all you want.  Good luck with that....

In my mind, I was going to feel a lot better yesterday and get some stuff done.  It didn't really happen.  I didn't have much get up and go.  

Mark took me to my doctor appointment.  He said, "I would feel better if you weren't driving."

I was glad to have him, my emotional support son.  They took some blood and gave me an IV bag of fluids.  Mark and I played cards during it and he won, consistently.  

While we were playing, Mark asked me what I was going to do the rest of the day and I said, "Well, I have a list."

He said, "You wouldn't be my mother if you did not have a list."

The nurse said that some people find that coming in for an extra dose of fluids helps with symptoms.  I don't know if it would be worth the extra poke to my port (that hurts!) if I wasn't getting blood drawn anyway, but for the hundredth time, I felt really grateful for how close my doctor's office is to my house.  It makes circling back for more fluids not too difficult if I decide I want them.

Mark took me home and then took Joan to get her registration done.  He said he felt like he was taking my daughter to the prom.  I kept saying, "Be careful!"

(For the record, I do value my actual daughter more than Joan, but every one of my children has dents and dings on their cars.  They aren't what you would call spatially aware when driving....) 

Adam went to Boston.  Neither of us was all that excited about it.  I told him to go do something fun that you can only do in Boston.  He didn't know if he'd have time, but Pepe's, our favorite New Haven pizza place, has opened a restaurant in Boston so he thought he may try to go if given the opportunity.  He'll do his best.

That's kind of the order of the day.  We're all doing our best.  I feel a bit like I'm limping along behind where I'd like to be, but I also feel lifted and sustained.

Yesterday, the mother of one of my student's texted and wondered if she could stay after school on the two days a week that she comes to help in the afternoon and help me clean up the classroom (wipe everything down, tidy, etc.).  My initial thought was to decline, but then I realized it would be helpful.  People are amazingly helpful.

Something that is going to plan is that I'm headed back to school today.  I still feel a little bit like I'm floating above myself.  I don't really feel prepared for the day.  I am hoping teaching third grade is like riding a bike. 

I'll pick it up again.