Hello Coffee Share Peeps! I’d offer you coffee, but it would be hospital coffee, so I can’t promise it’s any good. I’m keeping my father company this weekend, which has been a big part of this week in general. His room has a nice big window, and while the view isn’t great, it doesn’t feel as dour as most hospital rooms I’ve seen.
He’s napping after a hard day of physical therapy, so I’ve got a minute to chat and catch up on everyone’s week. So come on in, sit down, and let’s chit chat… quietly.
For me, this week has been emotionally exhausting, and also intellectually frustrating.
Firstly, it was the last week of school, so I’ve spent the majority of my mental energy on trying to get students to turn in their work. Between phone calls and emails, I’ve been busy communicating to parents and students alike. All. Week. Long!
It began last weekend, again while I was keeping Dad company.
Last weekend, between helping my dad and talking with medical personal, I spent both Saturday and Sunday updating my gradebook so that the students and parents would know exactly what work had been submitted and what still needed to be completed. Even this late, I had students who hadn’t even begun their work.
It took me a little bit, but by Wednesday, I had sent out an email to all the parents whose students were going to fail either for this grading period or for the semester. Grades had to be submitted by noon on Thursday, but, because of the uniqueness of the situation (thanks CoVid) I could make grade changes for 24 hours after that. Because of that, I was getting emails and phone calls beginning early Wednesday morning and lasting until 11:45 am on Friday at a ridiculous pace! I’d answer one and before I could hit send, there’d be four more in my inbox.
Wednesday night, I went to bed around 2 because I was answering student questions via email as late as 1 am. Then, I woke up before 8 AM on Thursday (the day grades were due by noon) to 34 emails. All from students, all either turning in late work or asking for an extension.
Keep in mind, they’d had the entire list of what was due for nearly 6 weeks, but hey, this is a unique time.
As to other news, Monday was my birthday.
We didn’t do much celebrating. Lunch was pretty much the extent of the party. My brothers, Mom, and Grandma got me cards. Some of them had money in them. That was it. I turned 39, so it’s not like it was a big deal or anything. I’ve joked with my brother that he better make a big deal out of next year’s birthday, (Lordy, Lordy, I’ll be 40!) but we’ll see. I’m not really a big part of their life here, so it may very well slip everyone’s mind. After all, both Mom and Dad thought I was a year younger than I am.
After lunch, my brother took his turn to go see our dad. He brought him a plate, though he said Dad didn’t eat it. Dad’s appetite hasn’t been very good until the last couple of days, and even then he eats less than my nephew who is four and a half.
The rest of the week was all just grading, communicating with parents, and sitting with Dad.
He had a second surgery on Tuesday, and Mom came up here to be with him because, for whatever reason, everyone’s convinced she is the emotional rock right now, which I don’t think is true. I was with him Wednesday, Friday and probably will be here all weekend, partially because he’s supposed to (in theory) be released on Monday and I’ll be the one staying with him, so I need to learn all the tricks to helping him move around and all the little exercises and stuff he’ll need to be doing in order to help his back heal properly.
The surgery on Tuesday was to fuse his lower five vertebrae together because his L3 vertebra is broken pretty badly.
The biggest struggle for me has been that I’m the one who is going to be staying with him, but everyone else seems to be the one making all the decisions about what’s going on and I have no say. Plus, I feel stuck in the middle like a child all over again.
Mom has one idea, Dad has another, and I am trying to keep the peace, like when I was younger and they were fighting all the time, a full decade or two before their divorce.
Both of them assume I’m on their side, and honestly, I don’t think I’m on either side. I love them both, but there are flaws in both of their plans at the moment, and similar to when I was younger, they are both only looking at it from their individual perspective. I’m stuck trying to make them both see reason, and trying to balance that on top of the emotional drain of just dealing with him being in the hospital, plus all the things I needed to do to finish the school year (still not done, and I hope I don’t get in trouble for it), plus an overwhelming desire to be back in my own space…
Basically, I’m a basket-case at the moment.
Here’s hoping June is less exciting than May!
How are things in your world?