Voodoo Child v. 16: it doesn't have to be eternal to be immortal.

I was teaching class today, hobbling back and forth while delivering the lecture. The last few nights I've been struggling with my ligament in my hip...it's been causing me insane sharp pains shooting into my hip making me weak. Walking up stairs? Sucks. GOing down stairs, sweet. Useless.

Sitting in a hard chair kills. But then all of a sudden, it's all gone! WTF. Seriously? I can't figure that out. I bug one of my favorite nursing students who assures me that it's just ligament stuff stretching and oh so painful but that's pregnancy for ya. Geez. I emailed my doctor then it feels better. Whateva. I anticipate waking up tonight again at 2:45 and staying up until 4 watching Aqua Teen Hunger Force like last night. Shet.

This is the time of the year when we have to do our self-evals to present to our bosses, and I'm no different. I cranked it out and put it up to god and hoped for the best. To make a long story short, it's been a good experience for me to be the only person in my office. I had to deal with my coworker leaving me in January, and I've had to cover his job as well as another job that I didn't anticipate picking up until June. I was doing well in the beginning, but there came a point where I literally couldn't take it. My doctors telling me to quit my job. My life becoming someone else's was terrible, and if I wasn't pregnant, I suppose it would have been easier for me to take.

But because I am, it's even more different. I put it in my eval that I was close to quitting. I included that to do two jobs was terrible; the person who is taking over for me while I'm on leave is going to get an assistant. Fancy that. I got NOTHING. 

Competency is one thing; to be told to "hang in there" when I needed "what can I do to help" is another thing. It has been a tough ride for me, but I couldn't be prouder of myself for making it this far. I wonder what the costs are though in the long run. I know, though, that I anticipate not being in the office to be one of the best fucking times I've ever hard. Can't wait. I deserve it after all I went through for this office. She apologized, and I appreciated that. But still.

Asides: my boss came in today and gave me a box of oranges. I can't help but look at the olive branch with a smirk. Thanks.

Voodoo 

PS: New maternity pants? No, those are my old pants, being held up with rubber bands! Genious! 

PS2: We have a friend (1/2 of a couple) who recently faked a pregancy before we were pregnant...they told us they were pregnant, etc., but weren't. What kind of shit is that. They said, "Oh, we wanted to tell you that to motivate you guys." Go fuck yourselves. We took that pregnancy seriously because they were our friends. Not anymore. Dicks. Don't worry, Voodoo Kids, you don't know them. Not worth it anyways.