They're Flying Again

It's about 10.45 my time, so I'm at work, of course, and in between other things I'm doing, I'm trying to track the flight that the girls are on. The flight tracker websites are doing me dirt today. Two of them, including the one I usually depend on, say the flight is delayed, but the airline's site says they left on time, a minute early, even. Then I looked again at my favorite site, the one that shows a nice map of where the planes are in real time, and it says it can't show the map because the plane is still on the runway, but underneath that, it says that the plane is in the air and left a minute early. Come on, people! The Internets are supposed to work, you know!

So I've been on this whole tidying up kick, and I've been doing at work as well, which means my desk area and the shelves behind my desk are neat and everything is in its place. It also means that I've been tidying up the little tasks -- in library language, we call these "snags" -- that ultimately need tending to. As a result, I am 100% caught up on all my work. I have nary a book nor a video nor an audio CD that awaits cataloging. My budgets are closed for the year, so I can't do any ordering. I have no classes in today because the counseling department is sucking up our computer classroom for some career program that the entire tenth grade has to learn how to do. (I remember doing a similar career survey, not on a computer of course, when I was in eighth grade. One boy in my class got results that said he was perfectly suited to being a shepherd.)

Which means what I have left to do is read journals, annoying because I'll be picking out books to get and we won't be able to order them until maybe June or probably September. Not a good system.

Anyway, I have another health issue or two to discuss. First, you know, when I got the Crohn's diagnosis, I felt certain that I was going to be living every day for the rest of my life dealing with this as a kind of primary thing, almost the way a diabetic is always aware that he is a diabetic. This has not turned out to be the case, which is a surprise. Yes, I always know I have it, and I am always alert to what might happen, but for the most part, I am very stable, and can eat and do whatever I want that I could eat before. I'm not carrying around my Big Bag O' Crohn's supplies wherever I go anymore; in fact, today, like many days, I am back in my standard mode: my wallet in one back pocket, my Palm in the other, my cell phone in one front pocket, and my lip balm in the other. My only concession is that my daily Crohn's pills container is in the pocket with my lip balm. My default is always not to carry a bag; I can get away with this at work because I have other stuff in my desk that I might need during the day, like eyedrops and such. And of course, because I always wear jeans.

Having said that, I am seeing the resurfacing today of a symptom -- I have a couple of lesions on my tongue -- but I'm not all that worried about it. They're not really bothering me; I'm just aware of them. I guess this means that I have some increased inflammation. I did start taking one fish oil capsule a day and now I'm going to start a second (and work my way up.) But here's the other thing.

I no longer feel comfortable sharing any awareness of illness with my family. This is peculiar, and after all, you should be able to do that, but I don't at this time. The Hubs is, as you know, very caught up in being the only person who has ever been ill or ever will be (and yet he seeks no treatment or relief because he is also a martyr), and I'd rather not deal with any of this with him. (Of course, he would know if I were really sick or were going to the hospital or something.) The girls, other than being away, are my children, and again, would know if I were really ill, but I don't need to bother them with the day-to-day stuff. I don't want them to feel that every time they say they don't feel well, I counter with "Oh yeah? Let me tell you ..." because I totally hated it when my mother did that.

The strange thing is that I can't talk to my sister about this. Oh, I could, really, but what happened was that when I was so, so sick a couple of months back, she became terribly frightened and stressed and it triggered a variety of stress-related health issues for her. She's still dealing with some of them, and at the moment, her health needs to take precedence, too. So I won't tell her I'm having tongue issues because I don't want her to start to stress out and get more migraines, among other things. I'm not telling her because I'm watching out for her this time, the way she watched out for me when I needed her to.

So that leaves you -- thanks, by the way -- and I should probably make sure I talk to OldFriend at least once a week -- sometimes we let it go to two or three -- because she's a fabulous sounding board, especially for health things.

That's enough for today, don't you think? I have to wait to post until I get home after I get my nails done today, by which time, with any luck, the girls will be on American soil. I'll let you know.

5.15. They are in America. I just went out and picked up corned beef sandwiches so they can have some dinner when they get home, which should be seven-ish.


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