I gotta get out of this school before I lose the last of my sanity. I kicked yet another kid out telling another to f-off. That makes 4, I think. In 4 weeks of school.
Oh and two Korean teachers decided they didn’t need to show up today. Bitches. I puked at work and all I got was a 10 minute reprieve from teaching a kindergarten class.
I’m regretting eating the curry for dinner, but I couldn’t face a bowl of plain rice again. But now I’m too damn tired to nuke the corn dogs I bought.
Tomorrow I see Dr. P.
I have to have weekly ultrasounds on my shoulder because I have a partially torn rotator cuff. The ortho finally caught a glimpse of it on the ultrasound. I guess this explains why I can’t lift my shoulder above my chin.
I’m falling apart piece by piece. I swear, even if I don’t have RA, I’ve got something that’s attacking my tendons and joints.
Oh yeah, the theme change. Only because it’s cute and a certain fish obsessed friend will like it.
If all goes well, I’ll sign a contract with a new school on Saturday. I’m getting away from the Wicked Witch of the East
I was told our incompatibilities was due to the fact I’m the first American teacher they worked with. They just didn’t want to pay their fair share and I would have lost almost 2 grand over the course of the year. Plus they thought I was going to pay 300 bucks a month in health insurance when, if they followed the law, I would have paid more like 40.
So overall good news. And, despite the bed being broken (for a month now and after numerous requests to fix it) I slept like a baby last night. So much so I’m up at 7 AM.
Let’s back up. I saw my Dr. P yesterday. I have to get up at 8 to be there by 9 thanks to a half hour bus ride. Of course at 8:30, there were NO SEATS ON THE DAMN BUS! I don’t do well on buses to begin with. I get motion sick sitting down. I don’t have ton of strength in my arms to begin with and my hands always hurt. That makes hanging on to those rings fun. I mean really, so I look like a gymnast or a monkey?
So I finally got to the office. I see Dr. P. I’m crying as I walk in. Don’t want to talk much about it, but crap going on at work. He took one look at me, got a nurse to do a BP, temp and glucose stick. Now because Korean cuffs are almost always too small for me (this one included). I learned this summer (while they were using correct sized BP cuffs) they over estimate my BP by a good 30 points. They measured me at 110/80 which makes me a hell of a lot closer to 80/50. My temp was down around 95 (for no good reason, I had a shirt and a jacket on) and my glucose was 65. Plus I was dehydrated (yeah, I know I know I know).
He treats a lot of older folks who have a hard time getting enough nutrition, so he has some nutritional IV stuff and saline on hand.
After we went through the whole work thing he sent me into his treatment room to where the nurse was going to start an IV (he had already given me a couple of glucose tablets and I had stopped shaking so bad). So what do you get when you try to start an IV on a hypotensive, hypothermic, dehydrated person? At least 15 sticks.
So I got there at 9 and left at 1. A great way to spend my birthday, no? So I went to an Italian place and then a coffee shop and got cake. At the coffee shop, they had handmade, stuffed kitty keyrings. So, happy birthday to me.
Thanks to the friend who listened to my whine like a baby. She reminded me there are reasons to go on, especially one little cross-eyed cat.
I can wait until she comes over to Korea to be with me. I need my bed buddy.
This is the only way I’m going to get through this hell. I get six good days (for various values of good) a week. The seventh… yeah. I’m lucky if I eat. I brought my laptop over by my bed so I can watch Contagion and Outbreak (side note: I love Cuba Gooding Jr.). They should have been interesting enough to keep me awake so I could just rest. Next thing I know, it’s 4 PM and I’ve been sleeping since approximately 10 AM.
I did make pancakes for breakfast. I made the batter a bit runny, but since I don’t have measuring cups, I had to eyeball everything. But hey, butter and syrup make everything better. If I had some peanut butter, I would have thrown some in the batter and skipped the syrup.
Oh yeah, and I’m broke as hell right now because I can’t get a bloody bank to cash a travelers check (which was no problem 3 years ago). That however, did not stop me from drooling over the Hershey’s syrup. No I didn’t buy it. A bottle of it was like 7 bucks. Maybe that’ll be my treat with my first check. Oh and the kimchi I bought to make fritter type things sucked. Not spicy at all. Boo!
Yes, this is random. The best my brain can do is put out randomness. See my fibro blog if you want to know how much fun life really is.
Whee. Back on the med-go-round. With the amount of benzos Dr. P had decided to prescribe, why the hell am I have panic attacks multiple times a day. Needless to say, I’m going to see him tomorrow. Again.
The rheumatologist cut my dose of Gabapentin. We’ll talk about that on Wednesday. He also d/c the Tramadol. Maybe all this crap is from going off the Tramadol, but I’ve never had problems before. On Tuesday I had blood work done for possible RA. I see him again on Wednesday. This is going to be short and sweet because my fingers just don’t work right at the moment.
I am thankful for the two of them. I even got a hug from Dr. P when I saw him on Tuesday.