Summer session ended, and fall session started, and it felt like there was nothing in between, though I did take last weekend off from school work, and I took myself out to a movie (Free Guy is charming as fuck).
Maybe due to the chaos of students moving in, I had weird problems with my Safeway order. I almost didn’t get it. And then almost got it twice. And when it finally arrived, the delivery guy was confused that a white lady answered the door. Karma is a Nepalese name, he explained. Dude, I know.
It’s weird being back on campus, but luckily, I’ve only had to remind one student to put back on his mask. And even though he rolled his eyes, he did it. (It was a random student in the library, not in my class.)
My head has been absolutely killing me the last two months–I wake up in the middle of the night because of it, get waves of nausea from the pain. I was supposed to have an appointment with my pain clinic RN, but she was sick this week, so I have to wait a little longer to be told there’s nothing they can do since the injections don’t work on me and since I won’t let them do another nerve burn (it increased the pain last time, which they assure me was a fluke). But something has to give.
The boy’s car is in the shop; we’re hoping it just needs a new battery or alternator.
My uterine scraping came back normal, which means we can go ahead with the hysterectomy, but I can’t get one scheduled until the middle of January. I would be unable to physically teach for at least a week, possibly more. So I have to figure out how to handle that as the Winter quarter rushes past.
Since I had initially thought I would be able to do the surgery in December, I have most of my Christmas presents ordered already. (It’s much easier to prep for surgery recovery over Christmas than during a quarter.)
I got started on a brand-new Atwood quarterly newsletter.
The absolute best thing about these last couple of weeks, though, is that our stand-up club got to have its first in-person show in a year and a half. I added a new tag to one of my jokes that I’d only thought up that afternoon, and it got my biggest laugh.
That’s one of my favorite things about stand-up. Each show, even if you’re doing the same basic routine, is a little different and surprising.
