This beautiful young lady was both a bridesmaid and daughter. I thought she was so lovely I had to share. Her expression is what draws me in to the thoughts that she is thinking, contemplating… her eyes both betray and confuse. Her expression, wistful- and I would hope, hopeful.
…and G DAMN! it feels good to be back.
For the last 3 months or so, I’ve had the privilege and the heartache of being a student teacher.
I want to say that this experience has been one of the best experiences of my life and I can openly and unabashedly chase down this dream of mine to become a teacher. And I can say this too, because it’s partially true.
I flourish in the classroom, and I thrive on those “teachable moments” when you can actually see the lightbulbs go clicking.
However, the school politics and everything else has had me coming home in tears on more than one occasion.
With each day that passes, I’ve grown more and more comfortable with the lessons and the students. Yet, with each day that passes, the unspoken gulf between myself and my cooperating teacher grows further apart. Also, I’ve managed to offend the principal of the school and now I’m officially on their “shit list.”
Regardless of my love of teaching and my fondness for the children, I don’t know if I can face the politics that come along with the perks. In my mind’s eye, I wouldn’t take the job if they hired me on the spot, apologized for all their harshness, AND paid me six figures. Yes, I said six figures.
I have only one week left.
I am not only counting the number of schooldays but I spend my snackbreaks/lunchbreaks trying to figure out if I felt like crying or faking it, and wishing I could get by with eating in the car by myself. But then I fear appearing standoffish. There is no winning in this situation. I have never felt less liked in my entire life but so well-loved by students.
Teachable moments are NOT enough.
Yes, I’m a horrible mom and subject my little angel to be my little subject 
pun intended. Although she looks bored, I’m sure she was leaping with joy on the inside to be her momma’s little star.
experienced extreme pain in the form of spasms and nausea which led me to the web for some research. I’m shocked and dismayed by what I’ve found, especially since my hubby just switched jobs and I am currently without insurance for a few weeks!!!!
according to emidicinehealth.com
Adhesions Symptoms
Doctors associate signs and symptoms of adhesions with the problems an adhesion causes rather than from an adhesion directly. As a result, people experience many complaints based on where an adhesion forms and what it may disrupt. Typically, adhesions show no symptoms and go undiagnosed.
Most commonly, adhesions cause pain by pulling nerves, either within an organ tied down by an adhesion or within the adhesion itself.
- Adhesions above the liver may cause pain with deep breathing.
- Intestinal adhesions may cause pain due to obstruction during exercise or when stretching.
- Adhesions involving the vagina or uterus may cause pain during intercourse.
- Pericardial adhesions may cause chest pain.
- It is important to note that not all pain is caused by adhesions and not all adhesions cause pain.
- Small bowel obstruction (intestinal blockage) due to adhesions is a surgical emergency.
- These adhesions trigger waves of cramplike pain in your stomach. This pain, which can last seconds to minutes, often worsens if you eat food, which increases activity of the intestines.
- Once the pain starts, you may vomit. This often relieves the pain.
- Your stomach may become tender and progressively bloated.
- You may hear high-pitched tinkling bowel sounds over your stomach, accompanied by increased gas and loose stools.
- Fever is usually minimal.
- Such intestinal blockage can correct itself. However, you must see your doctor. If the blockage progresses, these conditions may develop:
- Your bowel stretches further.
- Pain becomes constant and severe.
- Bowel sounds disappear.
- Gas and bowel movements stop.
- Your belly will grow.
- Fever may increase.
- Further progression can tear your intestinal wall and contaminate your abdominal cavity with bowel contents.
The pain started Saturday. It is now Monday morning. I am now thoroughly frightened!
When you can’t sleep!
iPhone app fun… Can you tell I’m a hello kitty fan?
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I’m still just walking for exercise at the moment, being a little over 5 weeks post op.
Healing time and circumstances made it very difficult for me to recover, maybe age is another factor? I HIGHLY regret the robotic myomectomy vs. traditional bikini scar method, as now I have 3 visible scars (one inside the belly button that is considered invisible) that look like knife wounds decorating my waist! It’s godawful on my vanity! I already have a bikini scar that’s lower on my abdomen and if I had my thinking cap on when I made the decision to do the robotic, I should have gone traditional. Oh well, you know what they say about hindsight, right? 20/20.
The aftermath of the surgery included:
I swear to Goodness that if these knife wounds don’t get a lot better looking I’m gonna have to tattoo over it.
Ok ok I’ll be honest, this is me at 19.
If it were me today, I’d be a lot more toned around the middle.
I’m only half joking!
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Hated it.
Lots of bloating hard gassy pain. Making things a bajillion times worse is going through my first uti at the same time. Pain in the belly, groggy, tiredness. Constipation… The worst thing ever.
Good news is… I made a bowel movement and can pass gas on the toilet if it’s cocked and loaded for me! I cannot strain any muscles to do it though, as I’m afraid to bust a stitch.
Vaginal bleeding is getting worse if it doesn’t lighten up by tomorrow maybe it’s time to make another annoying call to the nurses.
Sometimes, I sit and think, “why me?!” and other times I think this pain cannot be humanly possible to endure!? But most times, I’m just happy to be alive- with a great caring hubby and a wonderful family.
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