Data points

 When I fainted at the hospital, Anna said it was a data point.  It's a really kind way to frame it.  Figure yourself out is what I need, but also data points.

Yesterday was another data point.

I dragged (and I mean dragged) myself to school.  I tried to process what had happened and what needed to happen in my classroom.  My brain was muddy.  Maren asked me what I was doing for writing.  After a few moments it finally came to me.  I had a plan.  Yes, a plan. What was my plan....

She said, "How about I teach writing?"  She'd already offered to do literacy.  She said, "Let me help you."

I got through the morning.  It was rough.  Melva came in to work in my classroom because I literally have an army of people holding up my arms.  Later, I was eating lunch in my classroom when the room started swimming.

I felt like I was going to faint.

I lay down on the floor, right under my desk.  Once the world seemed less daunting, I got up and did the smartest thing I could think of.  I texted Mark to come and get me.

Miriam came in to ask me how we were scoring the math test and I tried to explain the principles of standards based grading that led my thinking on how to score the test, but I finally gave up.  I asked her to go find Maren.

I told Maren that I was coming into my classroom with my kids over the weekend so not to worry about how it looked at the end of the day.

She said, "Well, it will be clean."

I feel like crying just thinking about how kind people are to me!

I saw Jeff in the hall and said (as if the fact I was carrying my coat and bag didn't make it obvious) that I was leaving.  I told him I almost fainted and Maren was taking my class.

He said, "I don't want you driving...."

I told him my son was coming.  Once we were driving home, Mark brought up  It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World.  My boys are often the embodiment of Sylvester, coming for their mama.

Braeden and Anna and QE were at our house by the time we got there.  I was happy to see them.  I lay on the bed in QE's room while she played.  When Adam got home, she giggled and pranced around the room from the sheer joy of Papa.  It made me happy, but not as happy as it made Adam.

Later, they all went to the park and I took a 45 minute nap.  I downed my electrolytes and felt human again by evening.

Kim texted that they had some pumpkin cheesecake to drop off.  She had two plates, one regular and one gluten free.  We have the nicest neighbors in the universe (I'm sorry to everyone that doesn't live in our cul-de-sac).  The fact that people bring us gluten free stuff (when it seriously is a pain) makes me feel loved and seen.

Melva dropped off a Christmas dishtowel and poem from the RS.  I thanked her again for coming to my classroom.  She said, "For the first time today, you looked like you didn't feel well.  Usually you hide it really well, but I could tell today."

She was not wrong.

So data points:  I am lacking in words to express my gratitude for the kindness of literally everyone who I came in contact with yesterday.  On my roughest days, people just show up for me.

Also, I think I'm going to start staying home the Tuesday after chemo.  It wasn't actually that comfortable (or hygienic) on the floor under my desk at school.