Pain..........Exhaustion...............More Pain................
Even if I DIDN'T end up in the emergency room yesterday, this week was kicking my ass. I'm not even sure why, or if it's just that "mid-band-season" exhaustion setting in. But the way I am, the more tired I am, the more I want to keep working and pushing myself. That's probably why God sent a suitcase of handchimes directly to my foot, forcing me to slow down and take it easy today, even though it's, yes, another 12 hour day. But I've been wiped out, my left knee was pretty much swollen for 3 days, I think from thinking I'm still young enough to march a high school show and do body work with them for 3 hours on a Monday night. ;) Silly old-woman Laurie!
First of all, the week wasn't bad at all. I like the way the schedule is lined up right now, because I get my "band fix' every day. Our school is a 5 day schedule, not just mon-fri. So for instance, with memorial day weekend, if Monday was day 1, now it's on Tuesday so that you don't always miss the same classes, get it? Anyway, so Mon and Thurs are afterschool high school band, but Tues and Wed are my 6th grade band and lesson days now. So that provides nice balance.
God also sent me a friend in the elementary school. I'm not sure I mentioned this here before, I know I had a whole diatribe about it in an email to Rob. Lunch there, in a word, sucks. I don't want to eat in my room, because I'm afraid being a new teacher that the other folks will find me rude and unsocial. BUT...............the two topics of conversation are usually the Weight Watchers table who LOUDLY and OBNOXIOUSLY count every point and inadvertently make me feel like a whale for daring to eat a turkey sandwich. OR.............I get the table of women who can only talk about "who had a stroke, who has cancer, whose dog threw up last night". Yeah, nice break in the middle of the day to hear about that. Anyway, one of the h.s. band moms is subbing at the elem for an aide who just left and I really hope she gets hired, because I actually have someone to have normal conversation with during lunch now. SHE even noticed the rudeness after about 3 days and asked me "wow, is lunch always that, um, interesting?" Yes, yes it is. Sadly.
So...............anyway, my adventure yesterday................so the 6th grade was putting away the hand chimes at the end of class. They come in 4 suitcases that probably weigh 30-40 pounds a piece. One of my boys, God love him he meant no harm, misjudged where my foot was and dropped a case RIGHT across the 2 smallest toes and top of my right foot. The good news? I did not utter ONE word of profanity! I did, however say to the class "ok, you all need to get out of here now, because I think I need to cry". The minute they left, the tears started. (and I know I've mentioned here that I hate hate HATE having anyone see me cry!) I've never been shot, but I imagine a bullet through the center of my foot would feel about the same. If it were up to me, I would NOT have gone to an e.r. because I didn't really think anything was broken, but when the principal finds someone to cover your last 2 classes and tells you to get out of there, you kind of have to, ya know? So, off I went. Of course, nothing broken, but the grumpy ER nurse told me it was probably a bruised nerve or something, and that's why there was so much pain in the bottom of my foot instead of the top. Made sense. They gave me a handful of vicodin, but I've never taken them before and since I live alone I didn't want to be zombified all by myself so.............I'll save them for a rainy day. =) hahaha
Which was yesterday, so the football game was cancelled last night, and rescheduled for this afternoon. After which we will head out to Pocono for a band comp. I'm in much less pain today, and will probably bust out the hiking boots, just so I can stay on my feet as much as I like, plus protect my feet in case there are any other mishaps.
Ah, the life of a music teacher - who knew it was so dangerous right?
First of all, the week wasn't bad at all. I like the way the schedule is lined up right now, because I get my "band fix' every day. Our school is a 5 day schedule, not just mon-fri. So for instance, with memorial day weekend, if Monday was day 1, now it's on Tuesday so that you don't always miss the same classes, get it? Anyway, so Mon and Thurs are afterschool high school band, but Tues and Wed are my 6th grade band and lesson days now. So that provides nice balance.
God also sent me a friend in the elementary school. I'm not sure I mentioned this here before, I know I had a whole diatribe about it in an email to Rob. Lunch there, in a word, sucks. I don't want to eat in my room, because I'm afraid being a new teacher that the other folks will find me rude and unsocial. BUT...............the two topics of conversation are usually the Weight Watchers table who LOUDLY and OBNOXIOUSLY count every point and inadvertently make me feel like a whale for daring to eat a turkey sandwich. OR.............I get the table of women who can only talk about "who had a stroke, who has cancer, whose dog threw up last night". Yeah, nice break in the middle of the day to hear about that. Anyway, one of the h.s. band moms is subbing at the elem for an aide who just left and I really hope she gets hired, because I actually have someone to have normal conversation with during lunch now. SHE even noticed the rudeness after about 3 days and asked me "wow, is lunch always that, um, interesting?" Yes, yes it is. Sadly.
So...............anyway, my adventure yesterday................so the 6th grade was putting away the hand chimes at the end of class. They come in 4 suitcases that probably weigh 30-40 pounds a piece. One of my boys, God love him he meant no harm, misjudged where my foot was and dropped a case RIGHT across the 2 smallest toes and top of my right foot. The good news? I did not utter ONE word of profanity! I did, however say to the class "ok, you all need to get out of here now, because I think I need to cry". The minute they left, the tears started. (and I know I've mentioned here that I hate hate HATE having anyone see me cry!) I've never been shot, but I imagine a bullet through the center of my foot would feel about the same. If it were up to me, I would NOT have gone to an e.r. because I didn't really think anything was broken, but when the principal finds someone to cover your last 2 classes and tells you to get out of there, you kind of have to, ya know? So, off I went. Of course, nothing broken, but the grumpy ER nurse told me it was probably a bruised nerve or something, and that's why there was so much pain in the bottom of my foot instead of the top. Made sense. They gave me a handful of vicodin, but I've never taken them before and since I live alone I didn't want to be zombified all by myself so.............I'll save them for a rainy day. =) hahaha
Which was yesterday, so the football game was cancelled last night, and rescheduled for this afternoon. After which we will head out to Pocono for a band comp. I'm in much less pain today, and will probably bust out the hiking boots, just so I can stay on my feet as much as I like, plus protect my feet in case there are any other mishaps.
Ah, the life of a music teacher - who knew it was so dangerous right?