I'm much more comfortable after removing the catheter on Monday. Somewhere I have a little diatribe to deliver about that, concerning such things as taping it to my right leg, which would have made driving very uncomfortable if I'd had to do it, and taping it rather tightly, so that it was difficult for me to really pick that leg up to do anything, like, say, go upstairs. I survived. Now I'm just sore and my gastroparesis is back and I'm hoping that goes away soon.
I still have ten more days before I find out if anything good (or actionable) came from this process. The only information I have is that the weird area was much more vascular than the doctor expected. That, of course, freaks me out, because cancer cells build their own blood supply. But there were no abnormal cells before, so I'm holding on to that, for now.
I had a break from my usual pains because I was on round-the-clock ibuprofen just so I could sit down or lay down while I had the catheter. I'm off it now and see that the crab is still in residence, so whatever has been going on is still going on.
My school email is picking up with all sorts of start-of-the-year information, because some of our schools started pre-service today. I don't have to go back until August 3, and that's good, because I need to get my act in gear and get my lesson plans done as much as possible -- at least spend an hour or so just changing the dates, etc. Tomorrow afternoon I'm going back to my old school to meet the math teacher and get some help from her -- this is going to be a trip. Right now I'm feeling like I'm going to enjoy teaching math more than science, because the science curriculum is being re-written in a way that's just a huge lost opportunity. I'm not letting myself get involved.
I'm staying away from watching the politics and only reading a little. I just can't go there this time.
Tomorrow: do my History of Science mid-term in the morning, visit school in the afternoon. That class is coming to an end quickly, and I'm going to have to put together a final project for that, too. I sense the walls closing in, so to speak: soon I'll have way too much to do, and not enough time to do it in.