Anthroplasty: T-minus 22 Days

’Kay, since you are just begging to know...(okay, so you don’t give a damn, well insert swear word here).

Hip surgery April 18th. Ten days after my newest best girlfriend receives her new visage (oh, paid for, by the way, by a benefactor, right out of Dickens). We will recover sort of together, only you won’t be able to see my improvement. Just that I will be able to walk and sit and drive and go down the stairs and sleep without this clenching pain that has me on brain fogging anti-inflamatory drugs.

Off the job then through just about the end of the school year.

Am planning a quarter of work for a sub.

Am packing my classroom because my district has decided in its great wisdom to reconfigure all the schools and my grade level (and everyone else with a multiple subject credential)is off the campus and we have no idea as of yet where we might be going, if we are going to the same grade at an elementary school, or what. So if you EVER think that a tenured teacher has any kind of job security, it is no more true than any other job. You might still have a paycheck, but the job may be utterly on the other side of the moon.

I hope it’s the side with the light. Kinda tired of the darkside, no pun intended. I am always going farther and farther away from who I am.

Oh, and my mom is declining. She had two seizures in February and early March, and she’s stable, but not quite all with it.

The result is a lot of weightloss for me, almost as good(?) as the loss of the love of my life. But it’s horrifying and horrible to watch this woman just not have all her brightness about her. And her spinal stenosis is robbing her of mobility.

I would be more articulate, but I have an assessment to write and a shower to take.

Hedda Gabler. Hedda Gabler.

Now I know who she is so much deeper.