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Freedom is on the Horizon
Jul. 27th, 2019 09:24 amFor those who would rather skip the details of Shawn's medical condition, the short of it is that the doctors are starting to transition her to HOME.
( What this means EXACTLY and in detail.... )
I'm a little worried about the timing of all this, because, OF COURSE, this Monday (so, day after tomorrow!!) I start teaching my week-long class at the Loft for teens. It's every day, for THREE HOURS (9 am to noon) and normally, I'm like, bah, I can talk for three hours/have things for the students to do, no problem!' but now I'm like, THREE HOURS??? HOW DO I EVEN DO??' I've been scrambling for some good writing exercises because one way I can do is to let the students write on their own for a good, long while....
But, while I'm worried about filling class time, I'm EVEN MORE WORRIED that the doctors will be like, "Oh, discharge? Monday at 10 am." Hopefully, they can be flexible if they do decide that, because, for those just tuning into my life, we only have one car in our family and, basically, only one driver. (Mason is learning and Shawn _can_, but she doesn't really like to drive, and, anyway, no one sane would let the patient drive herself home.) I mean, there are Lyft and friends who could potentially help, but I'd also really like to be there to hear all the instructions for home care, etc., etc.
BUT, even if the timing ends up being super-inconvenient to me, I'm just so, so, SO glad we seem to be nearing the end of this nonsense.
Yesterday, Mason came up with a perfect metaphor. This long hospital stay has been like one of our family road trips without ANY of the good parts. We're all stuck in a small space together, but going nowhere. To be fair (and why this metaphor is actually fairly accurate), is that despite what it might sound like, our family actually does very well together in small, cramped spaces for extended periods of time... but, we are starting to hit our limit.
( What this means EXACTLY and in detail.... )
I'm a little worried about the timing of all this, because, OF COURSE, this Monday (so, day after tomorrow!!) I start teaching my week-long class at the Loft for teens. It's every day, for THREE HOURS (9 am to noon) and normally, I'm like, bah, I can talk for three hours/have things for the students to do, no problem!' but now I'm like, THREE HOURS??? HOW DO I EVEN DO??' I've been scrambling for some good writing exercises because one way I can do is to let the students write on their own for a good, long while....
But, while I'm worried about filling class time, I'm EVEN MORE WORRIED that the doctors will be like, "Oh, discharge? Monday at 10 am." Hopefully, they can be flexible if they do decide that, because, for those just tuning into my life, we only have one car in our family and, basically, only one driver. (Mason is learning and Shawn _can_, but she doesn't really like to drive, and, anyway, no one sane would let the patient drive herself home.) I mean, there are Lyft and friends who could potentially help, but I'd also really like to be there to hear all the instructions for home care, etc., etc.
BUT, even if the timing ends up being super-inconvenient to me, I'm just so, so, SO glad we seem to be nearing the end of this nonsense.
Yesterday, Mason came up with a perfect metaphor. This long hospital stay has been like one of our family road trips without ANY of the good parts. We're all stuck in a small space together, but going nowhere. To be fair (and why this metaphor is actually fairly accurate), is that despite what it might sound like, our family actually does very well together in small, cramped spaces for extended periods of time... but, we are starting to hit our limit.