Teacher by day, Mommy by night
Teacher by day, Mommy by night
Juggling the demands (and insanity) of being a high school teacher, a wife, and a mother to a toddler
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My Kryptonite: PAIN
I have a problem with pain. I hate, hate, hate being in pain. When I'm in pain (this is physical pain, I'm talking about) I cannot think (or really talk) about anything else.
And what I say is not nice. It's like the filter that typically separates my true thoughts and the kind euphemisms I normally say dissolves. And there I am in all my tactless, pain-filled wonder. It's like I need everyone else to experience my unhappiness. I do not like this aspect of my personality. But seriously, I hate pain. Take the last 24 hours. I got cavities filled last week and I don't my bite was done correctly. I must have been hitting a nerve because every time I chewed, a stabbing pain shot from my mouth straight to my ear. Last night I couldn't sleep. Had to lay on the couch with an ice pack and count the minutes before the Advil kicked in. Today at work was low key. I graded while the kids took finals, and I was out by 12:30. But I was not my usual self. Here's how I know I've changed and grown as a person: I actually did something about my pain. I didn't whine and complain. I made an appointment and got my dentist to shave down my fillings. I already feel better. This is new behavior for me. I used to be in pain, but procrastinate doing anything about it. Drove my husband nuts. I've noticed since I had a kid that I don't tend to do that anymore. I seem to value my time more. Or, I have just started to drive myself crazy too with all my complaining. :) 6 comments from 4 users
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posted by
creatress
on Jan 14, 2009 at 03:14 PM
posted by
hmoeckli
on Jan 14, 2009 at 03:16 PM
posted by
creatress
on Jan 15, 2009 at 12:46 PM
posted by
hmoeckli
on Jan 15, 2009 at 04:57 PM
posted by
wifemotherdaughtersister
on Jan 16, 2009 at 01:14 PM
posted by
AmandaS
on Jan 16, 2009 at 06:30 PM
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