It's Not Really the Flu

My dear, sweet Boudreaux had to go to Vegas last week for a business conference - and I DO mean had.  Poor thing really doesn't enjoy it very much.  He's the sort who'd like to actually learn something if he's going to a class.  A teacher's dream.

I collect snow globes and Boo generally brings me one when he has to travel the world without me.  This time, however, as he went through check-in at the airport, the TSA agent asked him about the container of liquid in his backpack.  It took Boo a minute to put two and two together, but pretty soon he realized it was the snow globe that was causing the fuss.  He had a decision to make.  He could get out of line, go back to the concourse, and mail the globe home OR he could toss it in the trash.  If this had been an antique globe that I'd been searching for all of my life, this may have required some thought.  A sparkley MGM Grand lion's head, however, can be replaced.

Not long after Boo got home, it became apparent that he'd brought something else home from Vegas...a virus.  A vile, virulent virus - nausea, diarrhea, headache, stomach cramps, chills, fever.  He seemed to bounce back pretty quickly, but I'm working on day 5.  Bummer.  My head hurt so bad that I went through a bottle of last year's cough syrup w/ codeine.

I miss sick days.  Not days when I'm actually sick, but days when I can get sick and still get paid.  That's not the case when one is in the "self-employed" category.  No worky - No money.  This is definitely a down side to life in the retirement lane.

Migraine & Myasthenia

"Many young women with myasthenia gravis also suffer from migraine headaches."  Knowing that I'm still considered young under some circumstances, makes my head hurt a little less.

As I'm typing this, I can't really see my computer screen.  So I'm off to close my eyes and let the pharmaceuticals do their job.

Retirement.

Retirement.


I never thought I'd be here this soon. "Rather wear out than rust out"  Life, however, has its interesting little twists and turns.  A middle-aged woman with myasthenia gravis (google it) just can't manage a classroom full of energetic high school freshmen.


So, officially, I'm on disability retirement.  It took 2 years to convince the Virginia Retirement Service that I was, in fact, too disabled to wrangle 9th graders.  Now VRS is making me file for Social Security disability so that they won't have to pay out as much.  More papers to file... More waiting.


So, in the midst of my first year of retirement, I have....

1. started re-tiling the bathroom...
2. started 3 books
3. started reorganizing the house
4. started (apparently) a blog

Notice that I've not finished anything... except today's blog

There are two kinds of people in the world...

I've always thought of myself as being open.. nonjudgmental...accepting of all...
Hogwash.
I realize now that I divide the world into two groups of people:  those who know the difference between your and you're, and those who do not.

I just sent an e-mail to a group of folks.  I re-read it, AFTER I'd sent it.

There it was.
In black and white
 "...you're brain is functioning"

I immediately sent out a retraction.  Surely people wouldn't put me in the "don't know" group, but I had to be positive.

My fear told the tale.  I didn't want to be one of them.  


Now I feel like I need to send apologies to all the other people whom I've put in the "don't know" group.  Maybe.... just maybe.... they, too, had made a mistake.

I think that this lesson may have long-reaching consequences.  We'll see.