In bizzarro world, I was quite happy and excited to make a bunch of potentially stressful telephone calls this morning. And they all turned out great and made me feel better about getting my ducks in a row on things I have been avoiding for fricken' ever.
(including scheduling 6 different appointments with various doctors for my sundry children. I became great pals with the scheduling person at my clinic. We were on the phone for 2.5 days)
Then I managed to not fly into a downward spiral after hearing that one student might or might not have had a complaint about how the lesson was delivered by me and my co-teacher today.
ALL of the other students in the class were clearly involved. But that one student... poisoned the well for at least a short period of time. Once I convinced co-teacher that it was not necessary for us to completely change how we teach the class on the basis of one complaint... I felt a bit better.
Still, it doesn't feel very good to come out of what seemed like a really great class with the last words you hear being negative.
Now for another plot twist:
One of my former students (from my old orchestra days) is facilitating a training that I will be attending tomorrow. How cool is that? I'm not teaching any of my former students this semester (for the first time since starting at SPC I think)
Going to take meds and go to sleep.
A little shaky this morning. (felt a little venlafaxy) I will give it some time. This was day two on 2 pills. A bit loopy during class (just a tad more hypomanic than normal-- but on task and highly entertaining...)
Current meds: 70mg venlafaxine, 450mg bupropion, 200mg lamotrigine
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