So, here I am, feeling a mentally better today if not physically better. I informed the principal that I was going on disability in September because there was no way, I could come back with this pain problem. (On a sidenote, the rheumatolgists has me on a new med that MAY cause stomach bleeding. Hmm.) I was already about an hour late for work when I arrived to deliver this news. I had apparently missed a proctoring assignment. I had no minutes to speak of with which to call in so when the teacher arranging the proctoring assignments asked where I’d been (at home, trying with my sister to get all the students grades together), I told him the truth: “I was at home having a nervous breakdown.”

Of course, he didn’t have any response. The principal cried about my decision. I told a couple of other coworkers and some students I won’t see because I leave for Israel on the afternoon of the last morning I should see them but I know I would be totally out of it if I tried to go into work AND flew out the same day. I mean, I can’t even make it in on time.

Meanwhile, a lovely man did my laundry for $36…all 49 lbs of it. I busted my CD player during an attempted reading of The Restaurant at the End of the Universe and was forced to purchase another. My aunt is recommending a cleaning lady. An angel lent me her cellphone for use today so I could speak to my boyfriend, doctors and family members that I hadn’t been able to speak to in almost two days because of the phone crisis.

Now, I have a one page paper and a five page paper to get through so I don’t forfeit my master’s. Plus, I have to coerce my sister into making dinner.