Eighty one weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about:
- Weight: 236
- Blood Sugar: 101
No change in weight is fine. Kinda been a rough couple weeks. Still getting Work Brain back together, and I’ve had a couple rough days (fillings last week, and stitches this week). Whatever though, I’m keeping it together. My third class for the spring starts on Monday and I’m still figuring out how I’m gonna do a shortened semester. Right now everything hinges on the reading schedule.
I’ve been waking up at 3am the last few nights, staying awake until 6ish and then sleeping another 3 hours, which is utter bullshit. Not sure what’s going on with that, but I hope it stops. I haven’t even graded for my first two classes yet, which is NOT how I like to do things, but it has to wait until after my other class is prepped. Bleah.
Three things I’m grateful for:
- Fill-able forms. Seriously, fuck printers, why did it take Covid to get us here?
- New work. I believe I’ve been hired by a new school, and it’s a school that’s a little closer to home and one that I’ve wanted to work at for a few years. Fingers crossed that it works out.
- Healthcare. Stitches. $15 copay. That shouldn’t require any elaboration.
I’m mostly good this week. Mildly anxious. I think as soon as I’m done prepping for the third class I’m gonna prep for the fourth. Just get it out of the way and hope that does some work toward mitigating the anxiety. I’m not on vacation anymore, but I’m not fully back to work yet either. I hate the in between part. Breathe.
Here, have a graphic:
