Thursday, May 26, 2011

Picking up the pieces...

The clock in my classroom stopped at 5:32 p.m. I worked all day in the dim light cast through my open windows. Outside I could hear chain saws and heavy equipment. We took candles to the restrooms. We gathered, staff and faculty, in the lightest places; the main hallway, the cafeteria, to talk, catch up, "you ok?", "did you get hit?"

The interior of our building is ok. There is no damage in my room at all. The maintenance crew tromped on the roof all day long. There's damage there, but they will get it fixed. 

Today I will try to reach all my kid's parents to let them know they can bring their kiddos by tomorrow morning to get their things. I look forward to seeing them as my own class on last time. 

This page, this local guy, has done a wonderful job covering the aftermath for our community.



Please visit and see what we are dealing with. And thank for the prayers, comments, and thoughts.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Teaching isn't for wimps: A sudden ending to a long year...

You might want to visit my other blog today.

Teaching isn't for wimps: A sudden ending to a long year...: "I did not know yesterday would my last day with these kids. I had today off; burning up that last personal day. Yesterday I was glad I would..."

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Life changing


    I have been on Cimzia for nearly four months now and I will say that this is the best I have felt in nearly two years. Back in January my new doctor said she wanted to find a combination for me that would "change my life". I think we found one.

Cimzia is a once a month injection. Unlike the Humira, which was administered by an auto-injector,  Cimzia is the old fashioned syringe. I just haven't been able to  to try injecting myself. Man of the house is chicken too. Luckily I have at my beck and call (wink) a wonderful school nurse. Also, one of my co-teachers is skilled and gave me my last shot. So it's all good.

    How has it changed my life? Well, first and foremost, I am nearly pain free and I have no inflammation. I have a little stiffness, but I think some of it may be normal. But really, it is the little things... I can walk on our wood floors now without wincing. I can get into my really high bed without wishing for a step stool. I am not wiped out by 4:00 p.m. by fatigue. I feel normal and some days I forget I have this disease. And that is a very, very good thing.