Weekend

 Thursday and Friday I was in Heber for my leadership retreat.  It was a good time + I was very tired.  Even though I was tired Wednesday night, I didn't sleep all that well.  I realized later that I had steroids as part of the infusion and that messes with my sleep.  How could I forget?

The meetings were good.  We got up and moved around and arranged ourselves into different groups at different times.  I didn't hate it like I do when I don't know a group well.  I dragged my chair around too, so I could sit down.  Everyone else stood up in our small groups, but they didn't mind looking down at tired me.

We talked about essential standards and learning progressions and collective efficacy groups and vertical alignment and teacher clarity.  A lot for a few days in June, but it was with smart people I really like.  We went to dinner and I was sitting at the same table as Matt so we plied him for information about his take on the district split and the boundary study and he explained the difference between public schools and charter schools because I never totally understood.  We learned last week that he will be our principal for only one more year and that makes us all sad.  He took a director position in one of the new districts.

After dinner we convened back in the conference room for a game.  We divided into three teams and did this escape room type game.  It was really fun for me because it had the types of tasks I like.  It lasted until about 10:00 and I left immediately and went upstairs to my room.  I tried to go to sleep, but I again didn't sleep well.  

I am a toddler and need my wind down routine.

So Friday I was SUPER tired.  So tired.  I got my bloodwork from my doctor visit on Wednesday and it wasn't good.  I had been hoping/expecting a clean bill of health and good proof that my cancer was in remission. 

Adam was driving from Nashville to Louisville with some coworkers so I didn't want to call him for my freak out.  I called Olivia.  She is reliably always up before me so she is a good morning freak out buddy.

After talking to my sympathetic sister, I dried my tears and went to my next day of meetings.  One foot in front of the other.  At breakfast I was sitting with Jamie and Holly, who teaches kindergarten, and Brecken who teaches 2nd grade.  I was telling them about QE and what a blooming genius she is (just ask her nana).  No one gets as excited about phonemic awareness as a table full of teachers at a Best Western hotel breakfast.

They were impressed and told me about a show that helps number sense for our brilliant girl.  

On the drive home, I talked to Adam and also my dad and cried some more and so now I have my eye infection flare up to show for it.

My cancer doctor isn't in on Friday, but Adam fed all my bloodwork into Gemini and it made me feel better that given the treatments I have had and the treatment that I'm still doing, the bloodwork looks as expected.  (At least according to Gemini.)  Later, Adam talked to one of the nurse practitioners that I don't really like (so he took one for the team by calling her) and she confirmed what Gemini said.  A clean bill of health is not the current reality so I have to be OK with that.

I really wanted to talk to my mom, but if I dwell on that too much, my eyes will get way worse from crying.  

I told Mark that he needed to be EXTRA nice to me because I only had enough eye medicine for a few days (my insurance is stingy with refills).  No crying!

Mark is pretty nice to me.

I slept for eleven hours Friday night and that helps, you know.

Mark and I made a shopping list, went to JCWs for lunch and then went to the grocery store.  He is good company.

For the rest of Saturday, I felt increasingly droopy because of my eye.  I decided I needed to call my eye doctor and try to get more medicine.  I have an appointment this morning.

Adam went to Churchill Downs and the Grand Ole Opry over the weekend, so I was able to at least live vicariously through him.

I felt pretty sick on Sunday.  I thought if I wasn't doing primary singing time, I would stay home.  Then I reasoned that I taught school plenty of times when I wasn't feeling well.  It keeps working out.

I napped and rested all afternoon.  Emma had a thing with her ward so she didn't come to dinner.  Mark made fried rice, I napped, I talked to Adam and Emma at the same time.  It was kind of a whimpering end to the weekend.

I am looking forward to better things.