I woke up this morning wondering if I had *really* made it through what I've been calling "the big stretch" - - the part of this chunk of time of having a cast that involved no travel or anything more exciting than going on errands. Yes, I created an exciting thing for the halfway point, but that was the only highlight in a blur of days that has left my brain a little bit numb.
I remember leaving the last teacher training weekend, which was 16 to 18 March, and thinking, "Okay. Four weeks from now I'll be in Miami. In a couple of days, I find out whether or not I need surgery. There's nothing in between." It seemed comforting at the time, but then the reality set in of having to create marker points to keep time from dragging. Name a coping mechanism, and I've probably set it up. Finding out I would get a new cast (today) put something out there - - in the same week I leave to go to Miami. So - nada. No time accelerators. Just a whole lot of sitting. (And, yes, that's what I'm supposed to be doing for the most part - - but STILL. Holy shit!)
This. Has. Driven. Me. Bananas. The night before Halfway Day, I popped awake, convinced I was wrong about it being the halfway point. I broke out a calendar and counted over and over again, and then tallied it up in my head, "Okay - this week. Then I go to Miami. Then I come home. Then I have about ten days, and then I go to Beaufort for teacher training. And then it's been eight weeks. Wait. No." And so it went, with me finally falling asleep still halfway convinced I had counted the weeks up wrong. As soon as the rush of Halfway Day was over, I realized how much time I still had left, and down the emotional super slide I went. I vowed to never want a bed day again, and fell into the fear of having my time in the cast extended to sixteen weeks. It was *ugly*. Then yesterday afternoon, I pulled my Filofax (hush!) out and started to plan out the next few weeks - making packing lists and study schedules, and realized that what I'm now calling the Big Bad Bed Stretch has ended. All of the lights came back on.
So today, I go to the doctor for a fresh, new cast, and tomorrow I start packing for my upcoming trip to Miami - where I'll be attending Foundations in Action with Baron Baptiste. Mom and I leave early Thursday morning, and return home the following Tuesday evening. The day after I get home, I have eight days to tie up a lot of studying and practice teaching before hitting the road again. I have never been so happy to return to having external commitments.
Damn, it's nice to be busy.
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