Teaching is a great job. Thankless at times, but so rewarding.
The hardest part of the job...
not getting to go to the bathroom when you need to.
I went back to work four weeks post-op, full-time.
I still had my back-up outfit stashed in a draw in my classroom. I wore long thin maxi pads as diapers (sorry guys I have no tricks - buy Depends). I taught sitting down. I didn't eat until I got home for the day or I ate very little, mostly chicken and rice.
I was lucky because my students, although they might not have understood, took pity on me and behaved. Or at least most of them did.
It was a bad idea all the way around. I should have listened to my doctor's warnings.
It has been ten weeks since the second surgery and I have not made any substantial gains. I blame it on my own pigheadedness.
I am fortunate to be heading into summer vacation soon and I fully intend on using the time to finish healing. I am living my life, don't get me wrong. I am not a hermit. I am living because I have learned the tricks of the trade - many that I have shared with you in this blog.
But I have learned that I still have some healing to do.
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