It's happened again. I've lost more than a week of my life to serious illness. I can't understand how a span of time can progress at such a tortuously slow pace, only to seem like a blink of an eye has skipped you ahead days or weeks from where you left off. Now, I'm left limping and wheezing my way back to normal life and trying to find order amidst the chaos that sickness has made of my schedule and plans. Papers all graded? Lessons planned out? Laundry caught up? Ha. ha. ha.
The good news is that I've had help -- dear friends to care for my child while I was carted off to the hospital via rickety ambulance, parents who fly great distances to do my laundry and chauffeur me to doctor's appointments. Of course, the appointments lead nowhere, as is too often the case. More pokes, more blood, more meds, but no answers.
I am looking forward to getting back to my class. We lost a whole week due to my illness, and I'm anxious to make up for lost time. I'm especially looking forward to the following week when I have spring break and Kiddo goes back to school (her spring break is this week.) That means a whole week where she goes off to pre-school every morning, and I can finally get some writing (and let's be realistic) some grading done. I'm less excited about the grading. Mostly, though, it will just be a lovely time of being alone in my own house every morning. I'm really excited about that.
One of the worst parts of being really sick is that you can reach a point where you're too sick to read. (Hard to imagine, but it happens.) So, I started Kazuo Ishiguro's The Buried Giant just as I was coming down with this loveliness, and then I stalled out on a slow start that wasn't helped by my slowly simmering brain. I'm glad to say, though, that as I have started to feel better and picked the book back up, it has gotten better. It's definitely different from anything else he's ever written (understatement), but so far, it doesn't seem to be that revolutionary a fantasy novel, with its Arthurian quest storyline and slightly removed, nearly comical narration (think Princess Bride's narrator, only more serious.) So, I'm enjoying it, but mostly I'm excited about finishing it so I can read All the Light We Cannot See, by Anthony Doerr, which is burning a hole in my bookshelf.
Well, that's all I've got for now. I've got a book to read and a bed to hold down. Tomorrow it's back to serious class prep, and Tuesday, it's back to work. You'll know me when you see me. I'll be the girl in the bubble. Seriously, please don't breathe on me. Just don't.