Corona Summer

So, the chiropractor fixed my neck and the OT fixed my shoulder.  I'm feeling tons better.  Not 50 anymore.  More like 35ish.  Mom and I took a little trip to Chicago last weekend.  We stopped at all our favorite spots and visited a few new places.  I got a new tattoo while we were there.

The guy was great.  I'm definitely going back next year to get another one.  I already have it picked out.  Hayden calls it my Doritos tattoo. 

On Monday, I get to go into my classroom for the first time all summer.  I'm going to spend the day getting all of my personal items out of there.  I'm really sad that I have to take all my books home.  I'm not sure what this school year is going to be like.  I want to give my students every opportunity to talk to one another.  I miss people.  I miss talking to people in person.  This pandemic has not been good for me.  I think third graders can keep their masks on and we can do this school thing in person.  My district has already canceled Wednesday class until January.  Every Wednesday is an e learning day and the kids cannot take their devices home.  I can already hear the complaints rolling in.  I don't have any solutions to this madness.  I want everyone to be safe.  I don't want to get this.  I've heard so many people say, it's just like the flu.  Ok, fine.  Let's pretend it's just like the flu.  When Henry got the flu a few years ago, he lost 10 pounds and could barely move for 2 weeks.  And he's a completely healthy teen. 

Speaking of Henry, his XC season at DePauw was canceled.  Now he doesn't know what to do.  He might just go to IU.  And if classes are online for Hayden, he's in trouble.  He needs to sit in a classroom.  This is just wrecking everything. I'm going to try and stay positive.

50 years

About a month before I turned 50, I slept on my neck wrong and then my back seized up.  I went to the walk in clinic when it moved to the top of my head.  I had the worst headache in the back and top of my head.  4 weeks later and the weird headache is still there.  I go to occupational therapy once a week and the chiropractor twice a week now.  So, yeah, 50 feels like 50.  I feel like Humpty Dumpty.  I fell off the wall and they are trying to put me back together again.  I need them to finish the job by August 1.

I spent the day at the winery with some friends for my birthday.  It rained.  It was nice of them to come celebrate in the rain, in a pandemic.  I have some good friends.  

Little Bear was spayed yesterday.  She was all groggy and out of it for hours.  I just love that little dog to pieces.  Wrigley is sweet, but Bear is just awesome.  She hadn't eaten or had anything to drink for hours, so around 11pm I shared a grape with her.  For some reason, I sent a text to a friend saying, hey Bear likes grapes.  Guess what?  Grapes are toxic to dogs.  The internet literally says, your dog is probably going to die, and to rush them to the vet immediately even if they have eaten just one little grape.   I called 2 vets.  They both calmed me down because I was hysterical.  Henry was here with me.  I asked him if he knew anything about this and he said, Mom, I was giving all 3 of the dogs grapes on Monday.  We are puppy sitting right now.  I was like, WHATTTT??  Then I thought the puppy was going to die.  The puppy that belongs to former and future students.  Like future, being in one month student.  Can you imagine?  She would have to sit in the room with the woman who let her puppy die?  I was a wreck.  I called a bunch of people and they all calmed me down.  It was a job, let me tell you.  All the dogs are fine.  They are all still alive.  I will never buy grapes again, ever.