I am a retired teacher who is loving being retired almost as much as I loved teaching and loved the kids in my classes. I enjoyed every day that my students learned something new and that lightbulb turned on in their eyes.

There is no greater fulfillment than knowing them now, as adults, some young, a few great grandparents, and knowing the wonderful people they have become. Although what I write, I write for my own pleasure, I also write to honor them.

Friday, April 03, 2009

WHAT A DAY! NO, WHAT A WEEK!

What a day this has been! And the next line of that song is??? And if I am in a rare mood, it is due to the fact that the Fibromyalgia, which I battle every day, put me down today. Apparently, the last two days of more hours than usual of activity sent my body into some sort of hibernation.

 

For several hours, all I could do was sit on the sofa and try to read, only to wake an hour later to discover that I had been sleeping; and immediately sleep again, only to wake ...  and then sleep again ... wake and try to watch TV and then wake again, wondering what was wrong and why I felt as if something terrible had happened.

 

And then when I was awake enough to try to move, whenever I attempted to walk to the kitchen (hereafter known as the Big K) or to the door, I found that I had to hold on to something, the furniture and even the wall as I passed, in order to walk at all. Nothing would work. Wobbly knees, clumsy feet ... it was quite a scene.

 

Finally, about dark, that seemed to pass. I think all of that is now over. And so I am thinking about my writing and whether I should quit for the night or attempt to talk about my heart's great love, music. I came to the computer this morning to write about music and waked several hours later. I am now back at the computer, trying once again to say what I want to say.