I finally broke down on Sunday and went to urgent care for antibiotics. I've been feeling horrid for too long, and even though I kept telling myself I was getting better and didn't need them, I wasn't, and I did. I'm also taking the new NSAID my surgeon prescribed for me, in an effort to calm down the C7/C8 junction that I tweaked, somehow. The only symptom, besides the very rare feeling like I'd bruised my spine, is this weird feeling along the back of my arm, like the skin has been scraped. There's nothing wrong with the skin, of course (scrapes heal well before 4 weeks have passed.) I figure I'll give a good 6-8 weeks to resolve and only then I'll see the doctor about it again. It's not that bad.
School is making me sad these days. My proposal is DOA, or at least I have every reason to believe that. Last week was the writing test, and this week is the reading and math tests. The last of all will be science test to my 8th graders, who frankly have had enough of this nonsense and are not in the mood to review anymore. I just want to them to do well. At least I finally get my wish and we've kept the normal bell schedule and are just working around the students in their respective test groups. That, at least, is a blessing, as is the fact that we're getting the testing out of way early. That last part's great -- we'll be done in just a few days -- but my students are taking the AIMS test 2 weeks earlier than they did last year, which means that's 2 weeks less content I got to try and stuff into their brains.
I'm trying to stay positive. I'm trying not to take it personally that my proposal wasn't seriously considered. I'm trying to avoid that square peg-round hole feeling that's growing. All that will become easier if this crud ever loosens its grip on me. Tomorrow is my third full day on the antibiotic, and I'm hoping for a breakthrough.