I bent my fingernail backward trying to peel an orange. Like really a lot back. Like maybe I will lose the fingernail. I cannot overemphasize the amount of pain involved. Worse than labor.
Okay, not worse than the labor with child number three when I had pre-eclampsia. That was more painful.
So I was trying to eat lunch and then this horrific incident with the orange. It hurt so much that I had to get up and walk around because sitting down didn't provide enough of a distraction. And I tried running under cold water. And that didn't work. And I couldn't finish my lunch.
I went up to my room early, and I wandered in circles moaning and hyperventilating, waiting for the nurse to show up with the good meds. Only that wasn't going to happen. I could not think. I could not figure out how I was going to teach.
I was this close to calling the front office and saying that I needed to go home because I was in such pain that I was incapacitated and would be of no use through the end of the day.
I decided that was unreasonable. Just because I had a bit of pain in my finger was no reasons not to teach.
Still, it is hard to engage in upper-level thinking while you are focused entirely on the horrible throbbing and unable to bend your finger due to the swelling.
Of course this is the time that the principal and my mentor teacher come by for a drop in observation!
Luckily it was nearly two hours since the onset of moaning and I was very nearly competent. Thank goodness that the students were attentive and engaged. They made me look good.
Grateful Crap: tools, which i will always use to peel oranges from now on
good food (accidentally had a mouthful of bread today. I forgot for a moment that I wasn't doing grain. I am not restarting the whole 30 because that would be ridiculous)
Writing a lot... finishing up edits on steamy romance #1. Plan to submit soon and have extended time to write during my spring break in April.
Quaker, teacher, parent,