Biting off more than I can chew.
Hope I don't choke.
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Got my first teaching offer at the end of last week; it won't pay much, but the teaching isn't much, either- it's the supplemental logic course my logic teacher had proposed halfway through the semester.
It'll look good on a rsum; it'll look good on future scholarships. I'm probably going to accept, even though it means an additional 12+ hours a week on top of my current work and school schedule. If need be, I'll cut hours at the pharmacy. I'm going to be in a lot of financial pain this fall, I think, but the future looks more rewarding than ever.
Kind of a far cry from my initial fear at starting school, wondering if I had what it takes. It's kind of amusing, considering my interest in science, that I'll be teaching for the school of philosophy.
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Heather and I had the first quasi-spat of the relationship last week, as well. We've both been pushing it as far as the amount of time we spend with each other, neither of us are getting quality rest on the weekends, and we're seeing each others' crabby sides. Interesting. We've survived, and we can talk through things rather than holding them in and resenting ourselves and the other person.
Broached the concept of my falling for her- she said it was an obvious thing, but I'm not sure she got quite what I meant. Thing is, I don't think I'm ready to fall in love quite yet- I need things paced out a bit more, and I'd like to hear a bit of reciprocation on her part. I don't want to be Charlie Brown pining over the little red-haired girl; I think she's falling too, but I just want to hear it, to get that reassurance that I'm not misinterpreting her interest as... well... that kind of interest.
It's a nice dilemma, though. If I'm going to lie awake in the morning, struggling to get to sleep, I'd rather it be about falling in love than being lonely.
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Mom finally got to a new doctor, one that did more than ask a few questions and then shrug their shoulders as to why treatment wouldn't work. This new doctor went over charts of her blood samples done over the last few years, noticed a trend, ordered some new tests, et voila. Lymphatic disorder. Kind of the diametric opposite of the disorder that morbidly obese people claim to have.
Sounds bad- another problem on top of the myaesthenia gravis, high blood pressure, heart arrhythmia, and angina pectoris- but it's good. One, it's treatable with medication. Two, it's covered by the various medical coverages she's got. Three, it finally solves/explains the mysterious, progressive weakening she's had over the last few years. A few years' worth of fears that her muscular dystrophy had finally progressed to an untreatable stage evaporated.
She turns 60 in a couple of years, and at the time she was originally diagnosed with her MD, the expected lifespan didn't go above 40-45. Kinda cool.
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Gotta finish cleaning up the apartment; Heather's coming over here for the evening.
Hope I don't choke.
...
Got my first teaching offer at the end of last week; it won't pay much, but the teaching isn't much, either- it's the supplemental logic course my logic teacher had proposed halfway through the semester.
It'll look good on a rsum; it'll look good on future scholarships. I'm probably going to accept, even though it means an additional 12+ hours a week on top of my current work and school schedule. If need be, I'll cut hours at the pharmacy. I'm going to be in a lot of financial pain this fall, I think, but the future looks more rewarding than ever.
Kind of a far cry from my initial fear at starting school, wondering if I had what it takes. It's kind of amusing, considering my interest in science, that I'll be teaching for the school of philosophy.
...
Heather and I had the first quasi-spat of the relationship last week, as well. We've both been pushing it as far as the amount of time we spend with each other, neither of us are getting quality rest on the weekends, and we're seeing each others' crabby sides. Interesting. We've survived, and we can talk through things rather than holding them in and resenting ourselves and the other person.
Broached the concept of my falling for her- she said it was an obvious thing, but I'm not sure she got quite what I meant. Thing is, I don't think I'm ready to fall in love quite yet- I need things paced out a bit more, and I'd like to hear a bit of reciprocation on her part. I don't want to be Charlie Brown pining over the little red-haired girl; I think she's falling too, but I just want to hear it, to get that reassurance that I'm not misinterpreting her interest as... well... that kind of interest.
It's a nice dilemma, though. If I'm going to lie awake in the morning, struggling to get to sleep, I'd rather it be about falling in love than being lonely.
...
Mom finally got to a new doctor, one that did more than ask a few questions and then shrug their shoulders as to why treatment wouldn't work. This new doctor went over charts of her blood samples done over the last few years, noticed a trend, ordered some new tests, et voila. Lymphatic disorder. Kind of the diametric opposite of the disorder that morbidly obese people claim to have.
Sounds bad- another problem on top of the myaesthenia gravis, high blood pressure, heart arrhythmia, and angina pectoris- but it's good. One, it's treatable with medication. Two, it's covered by the various medical coverages she's got. Three, it finally solves/explains the mysterious, progressive weakening she's had over the last few years. A few years' worth of fears that her muscular dystrophy had finally progressed to an untreatable stage evaporated.
She turns 60 in a couple of years, and at the time she was originally diagnosed with her MD, the expected lifespan didn't go above 40-45. Kinda cool.
...
Gotta finish cleaning up the apartment; Heather's coming over here for the evening.
kalidoom:
You have forgotten us, again, busy face.