One thing I know helps me is a set routine. Unfortunately, I do not feel like that has happened since the previous school year ended. I have come to expect that my summers will be all over the place. Because I teach an intensive creative writing course and then we travel, summer tends to be an unending cascade of starts and stops. Since my profession allows me two and a half months of unpaid vacation, I usually handle the rudderless aspect of June, July, and August as well as I can. Usually, though, the arrival of September affords me the blessing of a fairly standard daily schedule. For some reason I have yet to find that rhythm this year.
Certainly, the crazy weekends that took place for my family in September exacerbated the situation, but it goes well beyond that. For the first time that I can remember, I had more of a pattern to my day in August than I do right now. Rather than getting easier, my days seem to be growing in complexity. I have no doubt that much of that is in my head and in my reaction to my narcolepsy. Nonetheless, my days feel much more fragmented. I am weathering them well, partly because I have come to accept the reality that I have a disability. Still, I find my anger and frustration rising to the surface far more often of late. I also know that my depression seems to be growing in strength lately. I also find it difficult to "be hopefully" while also "accepting my realities." As always life and narcolepsy seem to be a paradoxical and oxymoronic as the title of this post!
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Tired and Troubled
Somehow, I have managed to let another month pass without posting. Writing about this crazy condition is vitally important to me, but the "basics" of my life have felt horribly overwhelming. I also think that either my narcolepsy is intensifying, or my amphetamine is diminishing in its impact. of course, there is actually no way to determine that. All I know is that I have continued to "cut back" what I do, and I still find it harder to do this lightened load - which I find horribly frustrating.
My school year is actually going well. I have been better about correcting and more prepared for my teaching. I am also doing a better job of limiting myself to my part-time hours, rather than spending excessive amounts of time at school (well outside of my contract time). That being said, the year has also been tremendously draining. Our teaching team was tremendously successful last year, but I think we are all feeling pressure to be "better." While I think we are doing that, we are putting stress on ourselves. We have also developed a new approach to homework. It works well for many of our students, but two groups are struggling. Our students with poor time management skills are not spacing out their work and turn in poorly done materials. On the other hand, our overachieving students have been trying to do two to three hours of homework each night. Our expectation is that student would spend two to three hours maximum per week. As a result, we faced a number of questions at conferences from parents and guardians. Thankfully, most of them accepted our explanation, but a few still felt like we should change what we are doing because their daughter or son was continuing to do two to three hours per night. I am empathetic, but fail to see how we are causing the problem.
The other thing contributing to my struggles is the bizarre course of events over the last two months in my house. Our September had more activities and events that I can ever remember us having. The worst weekend involved my wife getting me at school at 2:45 PM on a Friday. We spent the next three hours and thirteen minutes traveling to Duluth (a trip that should take about two hours). We arrived for a family wedding with two minutes to spare (literally). Then, we checked into the hotel and attended the reception. I then got up early the next morning to drive my daughter back to the Saint Paul for a voice lesson. It was her first lesson, and the directions given by the organization were flawed to say the least. We managed to arrive only two minutes late for the voice lesson, but the stress of it all buried me. My wife had stayed in Duluth. When she returned on Sunday, I was still recovering, but there was a tremendous amount of work that needed to be done. I pushed myself to do it, and I exploded at my family. Then, I got to school on Monday so exhausted that my team members sent me home. It has been rocky since then, but is finally beginning to level out.
In the midst of all of that, my relationship with Narcolepsy Network turned markedly sour. They let their web master go and cut those of us who were moderators from access to the primary tool that we used to help moderate the site. When I emailed to express my disappointment in the entire situation, I received two emails. One was heartfelt and personal, explaining that I was a valued resource. The other was a generic message to all of the current moderators, saying essentially the same thing. Unfortunately for Narcolepsy Network, they thought the first version of the generic message to me did not work, and thus they forwarded the template. Because of that I learned that they had sent the same message to two moderators who had done nothing for over six months. Both of those individuals had been alienated by the inaction and the rude comments of board members. I then wrote an even more terse email questioning how they could "value" my work when they clearly had no idea what moderators were active and which were not. The sad reality is that many of the board members STILL have not gone to the forums, even after the things that took place. As a result of it all, I have done little online posting - at Narcolepsy Network or on Facebook. I am even struggling to do work for my local support group (which I essentially help to run). I just hate the idea of spending hours working on things, only to have some uninformed baord member swoop in and yank it away. Much of my frustration with the Narcolepsy Network centers on a new website that the web master was developing. He had is essentially ready to go live last November, but the board would never approve it. I personally spent well over 20 to 30 hours writing and editing content for the site, but never heard anything from the board, particularly the ones who were supposed to be overseeing the site. The even more irritating part is that while the new site was constantly being labeled as "un-ready," the current Narcolepsy Network site was live and contained far more errors and inaccuracies than the "un-ready" site. Because the web master is my friend, I stuck with the process, hoping that we would eventually be given approval. Instead, they fired him. Certainly, there may be legitimate reasons for what they did, although I have serious doubts. Even more unbelievable is that after hearing nothing about my work for the site, or about the quality of my writing, I received praise from three board members and a couple of employees of Narcolepsy Network.
I still want to "help" others with narcolepsy, but my own struggles are making it hard. I am heading to the national convention for Narcolepsy Network at the end of this week. I do plan to touch base with one member of the board to see if I can learn more about everything that happened. At the same time I remain unimpressed by the things I continue to see from Narcolepsy Network. For instance, even though I have clearly stated that I am not "helping" them at this time, I am STILL receiving emails from the people planning the conference. Today's series of emails was wonderfully ironic. Since all of the forum moderators "resigned" (after we were cut off), the board is hoping to find "motivated moderators" for the forums. Someone came up with the line, "We want MM for NN" - with "MM" refering to "motivated moderators." Since my initials ARE MM, I was sorely tempted to respond to the email, "You had MM, but chose to get rid of him," but felt like it would be sour grapes. In the end, it drives me crazy that the one national organization for people with narcolepsy seems to be clueless when it comes to growing the organization and to helping the vast number of PWNs who are searching for a lifeline while they are online.
My school year is actually going well. I have been better about correcting and more prepared for my teaching. I am also doing a better job of limiting myself to my part-time hours, rather than spending excessive amounts of time at school (well outside of my contract time). That being said, the year has also been tremendously draining. Our teaching team was tremendously successful last year, but I think we are all feeling pressure to be "better." While I think we are doing that, we are putting stress on ourselves. We have also developed a new approach to homework. It works well for many of our students, but two groups are struggling. Our students with poor time management skills are not spacing out their work and turn in poorly done materials. On the other hand, our overachieving students have been trying to do two to three hours of homework each night. Our expectation is that student would spend two to three hours maximum per week. As a result, we faced a number of questions at conferences from parents and guardians. Thankfully, most of them accepted our explanation, but a few still felt like we should change what we are doing because their daughter or son was continuing to do two to three hours per night. I am empathetic, but fail to see how we are causing the problem.
The other thing contributing to my struggles is the bizarre course of events over the last two months in my house. Our September had more activities and events that I can ever remember us having. The worst weekend involved my wife getting me at school at 2:45 PM on a Friday. We spent the next three hours and thirteen minutes traveling to Duluth (a trip that should take about two hours). We arrived for a family wedding with two minutes to spare (literally). Then, we checked into the hotel and attended the reception. I then got up early the next morning to drive my daughter back to the Saint Paul for a voice lesson. It was her first lesson, and the directions given by the organization were flawed to say the least. We managed to arrive only two minutes late for the voice lesson, but the stress of it all buried me. My wife had stayed in Duluth. When she returned on Sunday, I was still recovering, but there was a tremendous amount of work that needed to be done. I pushed myself to do it, and I exploded at my family. Then, I got to school on Monday so exhausted that my team members sent me home. It has been rocky since then, but is finally beginning to level out.
In the midst of all of that, my relationship with Narcolepsy Network turned markedly sour. They let their web master go and cut those of us who were moderators from access to the primary tool that we used to help moderate the site. When I emailed to express my disappointment in the entire situation, I received two emails. One was heartfelt and personal, explaining that I was a valued resource. The other was a generic message to all of the current moderators, saying essentially the same thing. Unfortunately for Narcolepsy Network, they thought the first version of the generic message to me did not work, and thus they forwarded the template. Because of that I learned that they had sent the same message to two moderators who had done nothing for over six months. Both of those individuals had been alienated by the inaction and the rude comments of board members. I then wrote an even more terse email questioning how they could "value" my work when they clearly had no idea what moderators were active and which were not. The sad reality is that many of the board members STILL have not gone to the forums, even after the things that took place. As a result of it all, I have done little online posting - at Narcolepsy Network or on Facebook. I am even struggling to do work for my local support group (which I essentially help to run). I just hate the idea of spending hours working on things, only to have some uninformed baord member swoop in and yank it away. Much of my frustration with the Narcolepsy Network centers on a new website that the web master was developing. He had is essentially ready to go live last November, but the board would never approve it. I personally spent well over 20 to 30 hours writing and editing content for the site, but never heard anything from the board, particularly the ones who were supposed to be overseeing the site. The even more irritating part is that while the new site was constantly being labeled as "un-ready," the current Narcolepsy Network site was live and contained far more errors and inaccuracies than the "un-ready" site. Because the web master is my friend, I stuck with the process, hoping that we would eventually be given approval. Instead, they fired him. Certainly, there may be legitimate reasons for what they did, although I have serious doubts. Even more unbelievable is that after hearing nothing about my work for the site, or about the quality of my writing, I received praise from three board members and a couple of employees of Narcolepsy Network.
I still want to "help" others with narcolepsy, but my own struggles are making it hard. I am heading to the national convention for Narcolepsy Network at the end of this week. I do plan to touch base with one member of the board to see if I can learn more about everything that happened. At the same time I remain unimpressed by the things I continue to see from Narcolepsy Network. For instance, even though I have clearly stated that I am not "helping" them at this time, I am STILL receiving emails from the people planning the conference. Today's series of emails was wonderfully ironic. Since all of the forum moderators "resigned" (after we were cut off), the board is hoping to find "motivated moderators" for the forums. Someone came up with the line, "We want MM for NN" - with "MM" refering to "motivated moderators." Since my initials ARE MM, I was sorely tempted to respond to the email, "You had MM, but chose to get rid of him," but felt like it would be sour grapes. In the end, it drives me crazy that the one national organization for people with narcolepsy seems to be clueless when it comes to growing the organization and to helping the vast number of PWNs who are searching for a lifeline while they are online.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Doctor Downer (and difficult decision)
Seven weeks ago, I got a letter from my sleep doctor's office. Bluntly, it told me I better get in to see him, or they would stop filling my prescriptions. I called immediately, and today was the earliest appointment available. Given the tone of the letter, I checked if an appointment today would suffice. The individual assured me that things would be fine, as long as I had this appointment on the books. And, she was right. I got my July prescriptions in the mail, and my Xyrem was renewed without any hassle. Now, I have been wondering what my doctor would say, since I was basically 5 months late in coming into my appointment. Also, given my current state of mind, I was not completely sure what I would hope to discuss with him. I am handling things well, but I certainly would be open to exploring a different med, or looking at how my days tend to ebb and flow.
Invariably, I was ten minutes late to my appointment. A nice physician's assistant brought me back and did the initial intake. I told her that things were about as good as I thought they could be. I did not go into significant detail because I figured that I would have to say things twice. My BP was a tad high 130/90, and my weight still remains far too high. Their scale had me at 198, and I was 195 at home this morning (wearing fewer items of clothing). I did mention that I might want to discuss a different med, but also noted that NuVigil might not be the right direction since I had a terrible time with Provigil. I mentioned the relative success of my two medication holidays. She then left the room to let my doctor know that I was ready.
She then returned less than 5 minutes later. My sleep doctor felt that "as long as things are working, we should not switch meds." He also told her that unless I "needed" to see him, I was free to go. Now, I debated briefly about asking to stay so I could at least see him, but quickly decided that there would be little purpose in doing that. After all, I was still unsure as to what I hoped to discuss with him, and I was late for the appointment. So, I gathered my things and took my leave of the office. In the ultimate irony, the physician's assistant ask ME when I was supposed to return. I informed her that I had stretched my previous six month check-in by five months. I then said six months might make sense. And, as happened the LAST time I was in that office, the receptionist informed me that they do not schedule February appointments now. I need to call in November.
Of course, my PWN brain managed to put off that previous November phone call until I got the stern letter. I also was a tad flabbergasted that after the nature of that correspondence, I was not even SEEN by my doctor. I am sure that the physician's assistant is a sharp young woman, but she is not a specialist licensed to practice sleep medicine. It also does not help my mood that I did have time when she left the room to flip through the clinic's latest newsletter. While they "might" have cover Dr. Mignot's ground-breaking discovery in their Spring newsletter, the Summer one that was in the room had NOTHING about narcolepsy in it. It had lots on obstructive sleep apnea and lots on restless leg syndrome, but nothing about this wacko disease of mine. Of course, the clinic only employs pulmonary doctors, so I should not expect much. Except I do! If a clinic is supposed to treat narcolepsy, shouldn't they know something about it? Now, my doctor is a good guy, and he does know a decent amount about narcolepsy, but I think today is strong indication that I need to find a new doctor/clinic. Unfortunately, there are not other options, at least not good ones. Most other places in the Twin Cities are also pulmonary clinics. The one that is not tends to have a ridiculously narrow view of narcolepsy, meaning that they might actually tell me that I do NOT have narcolepsy. The added complication is that if I go somewhere else, they might be worse and could possible change my drugs in ways that make it impossible for me to work.
Sadly, I don't feel like I have any good choices here. I can stay where I am, continue to figure out on my own (and with my many PWN friends) how to handle this condition, and ensure that I can at least receive drugs that seem to work for me. The downside is that I might not EVER talk to my "doctor" again. And, if I do "need" to see him, will he honestly have genuine suggestions for me? Of course, leaving presents the possibility of finding a great doctor who can help me better understand myself and my disease, but that does not feel likely. In fact, I am honestly more worried that my current options (other than my actual clinic and doctor) would likely do more harm than good. The idea of having to re-tell my story (or even to be re-tested) while possibly being disparaged because my diagnosis is narcolepsy without cataplexy (or possibly mild/abnormal cataplexy which the guidelines still call "without cataplexy"). In fact, if that happened, it might be far more disrupting than just the mental stress. I might lose the meds I have, and if I can't work, I would also likely lose the small chance that I would have of a disability situation (if I don't have "narcolepsy," I have some condition of unknown etiology which would mean in legal terms that people think I am lazy).
Fortunately, I am not freaking out over this, but I do need to ponder a next step. I am not sure where to start. I know that there is an excellent neurologist in Saint Cloud, but have been remiss to try to see him because I doubt that insurance will cover it. And, I have no idea of how I would prove to my insurance company that I can't get proper care in the Twin Cities when many other PWNs "do." I actually know that they don't, but we are such a small population that it is easy to make blanket statements, particularly for large companies. Perhaps I am most frustrated by the fact that this brief stop in my doctor's office has added yet one more level of stress to my already growing anxiety of late. I truly do not have the time or the energy to commit to the process of searching for a new doctor. I also know that I hate the idea of "popping" into this office once or twice a year to simply pretend that my doctor checked on me.
Invariably, I was ten minutes late to my appointment. A nice physician's assistant brought me back and did the initial intake. I told her that things were about as good as I thought they could be. I did not go into significant detail because I figured that I would have to say things twice. My BP was a tad high 130/90, and my weight still remains far too high. Their scale had me at 198, and I was 195 at home this morning (wearing fewer items of clothing). I did mention that I might want to discuss a different med, but also noted that NuVigil might not be the right direction since I had a terrible time with Provigil. I mentioned the relative success of my two medication holidays. She then left the room to let my doctor know that I was ready.
She then returned less than 5 minutes later. My sleep doctor felt that "as long as things are working, we should not switch meds." He also told her that unless I "needed" to see him, I was free to go. Now, I debated briefly about asking to stay so I could at least see him, but quickly decided that there would be little purpose in doing that. After all, I was still unsure as to what I hoped to discuss with him, and I was late for the appointment. So, I gathered my things and took my leave of the office. In the ultimate irony, the physician's assistant ask ME when I was supposed to return. I informed her that I had stretched my previous six month check-in by five months. I then said six months might make sense. And, as happened the LAST time I was in that office, the receptionist informed me that they do not schedule February appointments now. I need to call in November.
Of course, my PWN brain managed to put off that previous November phone call until I got the stern letter. I also was a tad flabbergasted that after the nature of that correspondence, I was not even SEEN by my doctor. I am sure that the physician's assistant is a sharp young woman, but she is not a specialist licensed to practice sleep medicine. It also does not help my mood that I did have time when she left the room to flip through the clinic's latest newsletter. While they "might" have cover Dr. Mignot's ground-breaking discovery in their Spring newsletter, the Summer one that was in the room had NOTHING about narcolepsy in it. It had lots on obstructive sleep apnea and lots on restless leg syndrome, but nothing about this wacko disease of mine. Of course, the clinic only employs pulmonary doctors, so I should not expect much. Except I do! If a clinic is supposed to treat narcolepsy, shouldn't they know something about it? Now, my doctor is a good guy, and he does know a decent amount about narcolepsy, but I think today is strong indication that I need to find a new doctor/clinic. Unfortunately, there are not other options, at least not good ones. Most other places in the Twin Cities are also pulmonary clinics. The one that is not tends to have a ridiculously narrow view of narcolepsy, meaning that they might actually tell me that I do NOT have narcolepsy. The added complication is that if I go somewhere else, they might be worse and could possible change my drugs in ways that make it impossible for me to work.
Sadly, I don't feel like I have any good choices here. I can stay where I am, continue to figure out on my own (and with my many PWN friends) how to handle this condition, and ensure that I can at least receive drugs that seem to work for me. The downside is that I might not EVER talk to my "doctor" again. And, if I do "need" to see him, will he honestly have genuine suggestions for me? Of course, leaving presents the possibility of finding a great doctor who can help me better understand myself and my disease, but that does not feel likely. In fact, I am honestly more worried that my current options (other than my actual clinic and doctor) would likely do more harm than good. The idea of having to re-tell my story (or even to be re-tested) while possibly being disparaged because my diagnosis is narcolepsy without cataplexy (or possibly mild/abnormal cataplexy which the guidelines still call "without cataplexy"). In fact, if that happened, it might be far more disrupting than just the mental stress. I might lose the meds I have, and if I can't work, I would also likely lose the small chance that I would have of a disability situation (if I don't have "narcolepsy," I have some condition of unknown etiology which would mean in legal terms that people think I am lazy).
Fortunately, I am not freaking out over this, but I do need to ponder a next step. I am not sure where to start. I know that there is an excellent neurologist in Saint Cloud, but have been remiss to try to see him because I doubt that insurance will cover it. And, I have no idea of how I would prove to my insurance company that I can't get proper care in the Twin Cities when many other PWNs "do." I actually know that they don't, but we are such a small population that it is easy to make blanket statements, particularly for large companies. Perhaps I am most frustrated by the fact that this brief stop in my doctor's office has added yet one more level of stress to my already growing anxiety of late. I truly do not have the time or the energy to commit to the process of searching for a new doctor. I also know that I hate the idea of "popping" into this office once or twice a year to simply pretend that my doctor checked on me.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Deepening Depression
Today was hard. I had an okay day, but I truly felt paralyzed when it came to doing any work. There is so much on my plate, and I have no idea where to begin. Confusing the situation is the sensation that I have not done much just for me recently. Many of my actions have "helped" me and others, but I occasionally have this burgeoning sensation of selfishness. I feel like I need to take a few days and just do things for me - read books that I want to read, watch movies that I want to watch, and let everything else go. Unfortunately, such an option is as unrealistic as my desire to clean the entire house in a day. One, I cannot afford for me to take those days because I need to help my wife and I need to get ready for the school year. Two, even if I COULD take the days, my brain would not let me. I would still not be able to focus even if I was doing things just for me. Instead, I would question whether that "me time" was warranted. If that sounds crazy, I can assure you, it also feels crazy.
I know that my continued sleepiness is a major factor in my indecision. When I am this rundown, I do not do well with decision-making. Also contributing to my consternation today was the cool and rainy nature of the day. The atmospheric pressure was literally weighing on my mind. Sadly, tomorrow may be more of the same. I also MUST do a better job of putting some structure to my day. Without any, I meander all of the place. It is imperative that I make a daily schedule a habit for myself. By doing so, I will be able to manage my day and my sanity with far greater balance.
Of course, all of these thoughts must be framed within the reality of my narcolepsy. No matter how good I get at setting a schedule, or accepting the weather, or handling difficult days, in the end, I will always feel tired even with my medication, even with the best night of sleep that I can get. That is the hard truth. I also know that I will invariably encounter "off days" because of the nature of narcolepsy. It is impossible to believe that I will be able to accept the constant sleepiness that I will have every day for the rest of my life. Eventually, my frustrations will build to the point that I need to rail against my disease for a time. I do hope that I will spread out those rotten days at wider and wider intervals, but I must accept that they will never go away. I hate that, but it is my life.
To end on an upbeat note, I did have fun playing a new game on our Wii today. My daughter bought Animal Crossing: City Folk. The game is super cute, and she and I both have a character in the town. While I must be careful (because this type of adventure game could consume me), I loved playing and watching the game with her. It was a silly and light-hearted moment for the two of us. I am sure we will play a little tomorrow too, but we are also going to have an adventure. Hopefully, that excurision will provide some fun for the two of us AND some structure for me.
I know that my continued sleepiness is a major factor in my indecision. When I am this rundown, I do not do well with decision-making. Also contributing to my consternation today was the cool and rainy nature of the day. The atmospheric pressure was literally weighing on my mind. Sadly, tomorrow may be more of the same. I also MUST do a better job of putting some structure to my day. Without any, I meander all of the place. It is imperative that I make a daily schedule a habit for myself. By doing so, I will be able to manage my day and my sanity with far greater balance.
Of course, all of these thoughts must be framed within the reality of my narcolepsy. No matter how good I get at setting a schedule, or accepting the weather, or handling difficult days, in the end, I will always feel tired even with my medication, even with the best night of sleep that I can get. That is the hard truth. I also know that I will invariably encounter "off days" because of the nature of narcolepsy. It is impossible to believe that I will be able to accept the constant sleepiness that I will have every day for the rest of my life. Eventually, my frustrations will build to the point that I need to rail against my disease for a time. I do hope that I will spread out those rotten days at wider and wider intervals, but I must accept that they will never go away. I hate that, but it is my life.
To end on an upbeat note, I did have fun playing a new game on our Wii today. My daughter bought Animal Crossing: City Folk. The game is super cute, and she and I both have a character in the town. While I must be careful (because this type of adventure game could consume me), I loved playing and watching the game with her. It was a silly and light-hearted moment for the two of us. I am sure we will play a little tomorrow too, but we are also going to have an adventure. Hopefully, that excurision will provide some fun for the two of us AND some structure for me.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Fading Focus
Summer is always a curve and a blessing for me. I LOVE that I actually have "free time" because I need it to recover from the frenetic pace of my school year. At the same time, I hate it because I am terrible with unstructured time. I have been doing better this summer, but I have struggled for the last two days. My problem is that I lack the self-discipline (or perhaps the energy) to create a modest schedule of tasks for the day. During the school year, I am forced to create some level of schedule because my work fills specific sections of my day. When summer truly arrives for me, though, I have such open swaths of time that I regularly fail to pre-plan what I will be doing on any given day.
I also get terribly gun shy of planning out specific days. I know that I overestimate my energy and abilities, meaning that if I plan out a series of days, I will likely be "behind" from the moment I set my schedule. At the same time, when I allow myself to "see where the day will take me," I find myself accomplishing next to nothing. Because so many things are a "top priority," I am often paralyzed by my own brain. Worse, my inaction causes me to begin berating myself, which makes my more tired, and I become even more inefficient.
As I said, I am getting better at managing these things. In reality, my learning style (concrete random) and my personality type (ENFP) do not lend themselves well to carefully planned out schedules. In fact, they are deadly for me because my "random" nature means that I will eventually fail, and the "concrete" aspect of my brain will condemn me for that failure. Thus, I need broad plans, and I must accept any step towards the completion of those plans as progress. For instance, our finances needed to get up to date. In the past I would have tried to get it completed in one day. Although I did manage to do that from time to time (by locking myself in our office for 8-10 hours), more often, I would get to a semi-acceptable point and then would leave the finances unfinished - possibly missing a bill. This time, I chipped away at the finances over a four day window. I not only got caught up, but I also managed to enter information for my wife, and I figured out some of the stranger issues in our investment numbers. I even got paperwork filed today.
Unfortunately, even successes like that do not completely sink in for me. I consciously know that I did a good job, but I don't truly feel it. Instead, the hypercritical portion of my brain berates me for taking so long. It also reminds me that the office is still a disaster, and the investment numbers are still not fixed. And, pushing those thoughts away (or should I say hearing them and then dismissing them as irrational) takes tremendous amounts of energy, leaving even more run down. As a result, I then spend a few days, like today and yesterday, wallowing a bit and trying to get into some sort of groove with my daily routine.
The other two challenges of summer tie into that last issue. This time off often results in a different series of events every day. I have clearly learned that I am at my best when I can get into a pattern and am able to follow that every day. Sadly, I am convinced that it will be years until such a thing is possible during the summer for me. My wife's job, my daughter's activities, my doctor appointments, and my work issues mean that summer will remain a hodge podge of starts and stops in each and every day. Summer also means a great deal of isolation. While I do get to spend time with my daughter, many of my days involve long stretches of time when I am alone. Although I have come to appreciate some quiet time when I am isolated, the reality is that I am an extreme extrovert. Thus, being by myself drains me. Sometimes, that alone can totally wipe me out. On the other hand, I can be having the worst excessive daytime sleepiness, but come to life as soon as I step in front of a group of people.
As in so many other things, I must be patient as I move forward living with narcolepsy. This condition is insanely bizarre. I can feel almost normal one day and horribly tired the next. Worse, so much of my day (each day) depends on my sleep, yet I have NO control over that. Even when I have been in a great pattern of going to sleep and waking at the same time each day, one thousand and one tiny little things can positively and negatively influence my rest. Thus, I must take a deep breath, do the best I can, and not fret about the highs and lows. I just need to ground myself in the present and stay with each moment.
I also get terribly gun shy of planning out specific days. I know that I overestimate my energy and abilities, meaning that if I plan out a series of days, I will likely be "behind" from the moment I set my schedule. At the same time, when I allow myself to "see where the day will take me," I find myself accomplishing next to nothing. Because so many things are a "top priority," I am often paralyzed by my own brain. Worse, my inaction causes me to begin berating myself, which makes my more tired, and I become even more inefficient.
As I said, I am getting better at managing these things. In reality, my learning style (concrete random) and my personality type (ENFP) do not lend themselves well to carefully planned out schedules. In fact, they are deadly for me because my "random" nature means that I will eventually fail, and the "concrete" aspect of my brain will condemn me for that failure. Thus, I need broad plans, and I must accept any step towards the completion of those plans as progress. For instance, our finances needed to get up to date. In the past I would have tried to get it completed in one day. Although I did manage to do that from time to time (by locking myself in our office for 8-10 hours), more often, I would get to a semi-acceptable point and then would leave the finances unfinished - possibly missing a bill. This time, I chipped away at the finances over a four day window. I not only got caught up, but I also managed to enter information for my wife, and I figured out some of the stranger issues in our investment numbers. I even got paperwork filed today.
Unfortunately, even successes like that do not completely sink in for me. I consciously know that I did a good job, but I don't truly feel it. Instead, the hypercritical portion of my brain berates me for taking so long. It also reminds me that the office is still a disaster, and the investment numbers are still not fixed. And, pushing those thoughts away (or should I say hearing them and then dismissing them as irrational) takes tremendous amounts of energy, leaving even more run down. As a result, I then spend a few days, like today and yesterday, wallowing a bit and trying to get into some sort of groove with my daily routine.
The other two challenges of summer tie into that last issue. This time off often results in a different series of events every day. I have clearly learned that I am at my best when I can get into a pattern and am able to follow that every day. Sadly, I am convinced that it will be years until such a thing is possible during the summer for me. My wife's job, my daughter's activities, my doctor appointments, and my work issues mean that summer will remain a hodge podge of starts and stops in each and every day. Summer also means a great deal of isolation. While I do get to spend time with my daughter, many of my days involve long stretches of time when I am alone. Although I have come to appreciate some quiet time when I am isolated, the reality is that I am an extreme extrovert. Thus, being by myself drains me. Sometimes, that alone can totally wipe me out. On the other hand, I can be having the worst excessive daytime sleepiness, but come to life as soon as I step in front of a group of people.
As in so many other things, I must be patient as I move forward living with narcolepsy. This condition is insanely bizarre. I can feel almost normal one day and horribly tired the next. Worse, so much of my day (each day) depends on my sleep, yet I have NO control over that. Even when I have been in a great pattern of going to sleep and waking at the same time each day, one thousand and one tiny little things can positively and negatively influence my rest. Thus, I must take a deep breath, do the best I can, and not fret about the highs and lows. I just need to ground myself in the present and stay with each moment.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Stretched, Stressed, Stunned
I keep thinking that I might have a calm, low-key day. I continue to be wrong. Although yesterday was fantastic, it was also draining. As a result, I awoke exhausted and completely discombobulated. I spent the first part of the morning simply getting my bearings. Eventually, though, I remembered that my lawn needed mowing - desperately. Thus, I shook out the last of my cobwebs and tried to get some blood flowing.
I do continue to question my own sanity because it used to take me thirty minutes to mow my lawn. Now that I own a push-reel mower and a lawn sweeper, it takes significantly longer. The added bonus today was that I had not mowed for nearly two weeks. My grass was frighteningly long, particularly in our front yard. When all was said and done, it took me two hours to finish the lawn, and I know that a few spots could have used more passes with the mower. The physical effort drained me, but I remain committed to doing this. I feel good about helping the environment, and an unforeseen benefit is the fact that I am getting better at letting go of some perfectionist tendencies. The reality is that I will NEVER cut every blade of grass, even if I were using a power mower. Beyond the energy drain, though, the extend time I spent on the lawn meant that I needed to get ready immediately for my MOONS-MN planning meeting.
The MOONS-MN planning meeting went extremely well, but it served as a constant reminder of my many undone tasks. We have a social gathering planned for next Saturday, July 18, which will be a fun "snack potluck." We are hoping that the afternoon provides our members with the chance to talk and to interact with one another in a casual and informal way. We also got our September 12 meeting planned. It might the most productive planning meeting that we have ever had. But, that efficiency did not diminish the gnawing sense of anxiety in the back of my brain. I just need to remember that I will keep doing my best and accept what I cannot complete and celebrate what I can.
In many ways, the toughest part of my day was yet to come. As I was on my way home, my wife called. Thankfully, I was not driving because she definitely needed to talk to me. We were on the phone together for the entire twenty minutes that it took to get me home. Then, we talked for another hour upon my arrival. My wife had an extremely difficult interaction with another parent today. It is even more frustrating because this person was essentially attacking our daughter. While some of what this individual said might be true, the reality is that this person was only looking at the situation from one point of view, not taking any of the possibilities for our daughter into account. Even more remarkable, the other person dismissed comments from my wife about some of the struggles that our daughter has experienced. By the time I got home, my wife was seething. By the time our conversation ended, I had worked my own way through seething and was simply sad and disappointed. I think the great misfortune in all of this is that as a result of one parent being overly aggressive and overly involved, two children may lose a friendship. Hopefully, that will not be the case.
I have no doubt that tomorrow will arrive with its own challenges. I hope that narcolepsy will allow me the energy I need to keep working my way back to an even keel. If not, I will do what I can, take a breath, and work to let go of all of my challenges and disappointments.
I do continue to question my own sanity because it used to take me thirty minutes to mow my lawn. Now that I own a push-reel mower and a lawn sweeper, it takes significantly longer. The added bonus today was that I had not mowed for nearly two weeks. My grass was frighteningly long, particularly in our front yard. When all was said and done, it took me two hours to finish the lawn, and I know that a few spots could have used more passes with the mower. The physical effort drained me, but I remain committed to doing this. I feel good about helping the environment, and an unforeseen benefit is the fact that I am getting better at letting go of some perfectionist tendencies. The reality is that I will NEVER cut every blade of grass, even if I were using a power mower. Beyond the energy drain, though, the extend time I spent on the lawn meant that I needed to get ready immediately for my MOONS-MN planning meeting.
The MOONS-MN planning meeting went extremely well, but it served as a constant reminder of my many undone tasks. We have a social gathering planned for next Saturday, July 18, which will be a fun "snack potluck." We are hoping that the afternoon provides our members with the chance to talk and to interact with one another in a casual and informal way. We also got our September 12 meeting planned. It might the most productive planning meeting that we have ever had. But, that efficiency did not diminish the gnawing sense of anxiety in the back of my brain. I just need to remember that I will keep doing my best and accept what I cannot complete and celebrate what I can.
In many ways, the toughest part of my day was yet to come. As I was on my way home, my wife called. Thankfully, I was not driving because she definitely needed to talk to me. We were on the phone together for the entire twenty minutes that it took to get me home. Then, we talked for another hour upon my arrival. My wife had an extremely difficult interaction with another parent today. It is even more frustrating because this person was essentially attacking our daughter. While some of what this individual said might be true, the reality is that this person was only looking at the situation from one point of view, not taking any of the possibilities for our daughter into account. Even more remarkable, the other person dismissed comments from my wife about some of the struggles that our daughter has experienced. By the time I got home, my wife was seething. By the time our conversation ended, I had worked my own way through seething and was simply sad and disappointed. I think the great misfortune in all of this is that as a result of one parent being overly aggressive and overly involved, two children may lose a friendship. Hopefully, that will not be the case.
I have no doubt that tomorrow will arrive with its own challenges. I hope that narcolepsy will allow me the energy I need to keep working my way back to an even keel. If not, I will do what I can, take a breath, and work to let go of all of my challenges and disappointments.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Harsh Headache
Occasionally, I get horrid sinus headaches. Often, they come in waves - I will be fine for months and then bang, they are back. Thus, today made me a tad nervous. I have essentially had a fairly strong one all day. Offsetting my concern, though, is the fact that my wife and I were out with friends until late last night. Thus, I only had one dose of Xyrem and subsequently only got 4-5 hours of sleep.
Also possibly exacerbating the sinus pain was the fact that I had an early morning meeting with a colleague. She and I were planning to meet at a coffee shop at 9 AM. We needed to work on a document for school. Apparently, I should never schedule initial meetings for coffee shops. As was the case last summer, I again spent a significant amount of time searching for a coffee shop that I could not find. Although I was not trapped in strip mall hell like last year, I was in the bizarre downtown of White Bear Lake, Minnesota. The downtown is split by a highway, which already make travel inconvenient, but the side streets have insane one way offshoots and goofy layouts.
So, as was the case last year (on my way to the MOONS planning meeting that I never found), I drove around in my car for nearly an hour trying to find this stupid coffee shop. I did eventually discover it (it literally has MINIMAL signage). It was closed! Fortunately, my co-worker and I found each other. I was already a half an hour late when I discovered the coffee shop was closed. Assuming my colleague had left White Bear Lake, I headed to the Caribou to send a grovelling email, but when I walked in the door at Caribou, I immediately spotted her. We wound up having a highly productive meeting. I also did not lose my cool when I finally realized my initial "defeat." That is definitely progress.
Unfortunately, my headache intensified after the meeting. I tried to rest at home after that, but the pain would not leave. I took Tylenol before driving my daughter to her rehearsal. That made my afternoon meeting tolerable, but the drive back home once again helped to tighten the vice-grip feeling in my skull. I got little done this evening, but I know that is okay. I hope that a decent night's sleep will mitigate the pain. If not, I know that tomorrow will be a long day.
Also possibly exacerbating the sinus pain was the fact that I had an early morning meeting with a colleague. She and I were planning to meet at a coffee shop at 9 AM. We needed to work on a document for school. Apparently, I should never schedule initial meetings for coffee shops. As was the case last summer, I again spent a significant amount of time searching for a coffee shop that I could not find. Although I was not trapped in strip mall hell like last year, I was in the bizarre downtown of White Bear Lake, Minnesota. The downtown is split by a highway, which already make travel inconvenient, but the side streets have insane one way offshoots and goofy layouts.
So, as was the case last year (on my way to the MOONS planning meeting that I never found), I drove around in my car for nearly an hour trying to find this stupid coffee shop. I did eventually discover it (it literally has MINIMAL signage). It was closed! Fortunately, my co-worker and I found each other. I was already a half an hour late when I discovered the coffee shop was closed. Assuming my colleague had left White Bear Lake, I headed to the Caribou to send a grovelling email, but when I walked in the door at Caribou, I immediately spotted her. We wound up having a highly productive meeting. I also did not lose my cool when I finally realized my initial "defeat." That is definitely progress.
Unfortunately, my headache intensified after the meeting. I tried to rest at home after that, but the pain would not leave. I took Tylenol before driving my daughter to her rehearsal. That made my afternoon meeting tolerable, but the drive back home once again helped to tighten the vice-grip feeling in my skull. I got little done this evening, but I know that is okay. I hope that a decent night's sleep will mitigate the pain. If not, I know that tomorrow will be a long day.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Xyrem Zaniness (although it is an "X" and a "Z" the sounds alliterate)
One of the best (and weirdest) drugs for most people with narcolepsy is Xyrem (zi-rem). We take the drug at night to allow us a much more restful sleep. It seems odd that a person with narcolepsy would need a drug to sleep well, but the reality is that we are chronically sleepy because we rarely get deep (stage 3, formerly stage 3/4) sleep. What the Xyrem does is knock us out for a short period of time 3-5 hours tops. Thus, most people with narcolepsy take Xyrem in two doses, meaning that we literally wake up in the middle of the night to take a medicine to help us sleep better. If that seems insane, you are getting a good idea of how bizarre this condition is. It is also important to note that Xyrem does not work well for all PWNs. In fact, some PWNs have horrid reactions to Xyrem. Also, others find it far more effective to take their Xyrem in three doses. The reason that Xyrem is "better" for many, though, is that its short acting nature does not add to the normal sleepiness that PWNs experience, unlike most sleeping pills.
I am a two dose PWN. Usually, the Xyrem works decently, but I definitely still need my stimulant to function during the day. But, I am far more balanced and significantly healthier because of the Xyrem. That said, Xyrem does not always work for me. Some nights, I am actually able to "fight" the Xyrem, particularly if I have been active later in the evening or if I am anxious about something for work and am trying to complete it. The result of that is my wife (and a handful of others) have gotten to see what I would be like if I drank (I am a no alcohol guy, even before my narcolepsy). While I have outlasted an entire first dose of Xyrem once or twice, more often I wind up sitting in bed trying to finish something, but unable to even form a thought. Eventually, I stumble around for a bit and then go to sleep. Even worse, I apparently am a happy drunk, which would be cute for my wife were it not Midnight.
The other problem, though, is that I am also periodically go through phases when the Xyrem hits my more heavily than it does at other times. On those nights, I struggle to make it to the bathroom in the middle of the night to urinate and then to get back into bed. Once, I am positive that I stood in our hallway for 30 or 40 minutes because I was incapable of walking the final five feet to our bedroom. Often, my wife will wake up during these episodes because I am swearing at myself (rather humorously) in the bathroom, essentially trying to convince myself to get back into bed. On those nights, she comes to rescue me by taking my hand and leading me to the bed. A few days ago, she did that and then had to deal with the giddy, silly routine. She was thrilled.
So, last night, I had one of my worst Xyrem nights ever. I had no intention of fighting the Xyrem. I knew that I was overtired and need to get to bed. Unfortunately, I thought I could get my iPod hooked up to our computer first and have it charged for the morning. I did get the iPod connected, but must have faded soon after that. It was 10:30 PM when I was hooking up the iPod, but I did not get back to our bedroom until Midnight. Somehow, it took me an hour and a half to cover 15-20 feet. Actually, I think I fell asleep in chair in our office. Then, I got up at some point in the night - I think it was round 1:30 AM. I struggled mightily to stay steady in the bathroom. Eventually, I sat down on the edge of our tub, but then I nearly fell into the tub. I decided that the safest thing would be to sit on the floor. I am fairly sure that I then slept for the next two hour on our bathroom floor. When I finally got back in bed around 4 AM, I felt horrid. I did manage to exercise and do yoga this morning, but I definitely felt off. The situation did not completely sink in until I had my monthly massage this afternoon. I neck and shoulders were horribly tense. In fact, my incredibly strong massage therapist had to use some metal tool on my neck in spots because the muscles would not release. She and I had a good laugh when I told here about my two hours on the floor. She then advised me not to do that again.
I certainly have no intention of making a regular habit of last night's performance, but I also know that anything can happen. While I am chagrined about my little adventure, I am also proud of myself because I am laughing about it. In the past, I am sure that I would have been too ashamed of the situation. The reality, though, is that Xyrem nights like last night are just one more piece of the crazy tapestry that is life with narcolepsy.
I am a two dose PWN. Usually, the Xyrem works decently, but I definitely still need my stimulant to function during the day. But, I am far more balanced and significantly healthier because of the Xyrem. That said, Xyrem does not always work for me. Some nights, I am actually able to "fight" the Xyrem, particularly if I have been active later in the evening or if I am anxious about something for work and am trying to complete it. The result of that is my wife (and a handful of others) have gotten to see what I would be like if I drank (I am a no alcohol guy, even before my narcolepsy). While I have outlasted an entire first dose of Xyrem once or twice, more often I wind up sitting in bed trying to finish something, but unable to even form a thought. Eventually, I stumble around for a bit and then go to sleep. Even worse, I apparently am a happy drunk, which would be cute for my wife were it not Midnight.
The other problem, though, is that I am also periodically go through phases when the Xyrem hits my more heavily than it does at other times. On those nights, I struggle to make it to the bathroom in the middle of the night to urinate and then to get back into bed. Once, I am positive that I stood in our hallway for 30 or 40 minutes because I was incapable of walking the final five feet to our bedroom. Often, my wife will wake up during these episodes because I am swearing at myself (rather humorously) in the bathroom, essentially trying to convince myself to get back into bed. On those nights, she comes to rescue me by taking my hand and leading me to the bed. A few days ago, she did that and then had to deal with the giddy, silly routine. She was thrilled.
So, last night, I had one of my worst Xyrem nights ever. I had no intention of fighting the Xyrem. I knew that I was overtired and need to get to bed. Unfortunately, I thought I could get my iPod hooked up to our computer first and have it charged for the morning. I did get the iPod connected, but must have faded soon after that. It was 10:30 PM when I was hooking up the iPod, but I did not get back to our bedroom until Midnight. Somehow, it took me an hour and a half to cover 15-20 feet. Actually, I think I fell asleep in chair in our office. Then, I got up at some point in the night - I think it was round 1:30 AM. I struggled mightily to stay steady in the bathroom. Eventually, I sat down on the edge of our tub, but then I nearly fell into the tub. I decided that the safest thing would be to sit on the floor. I am fairly sure that I then slept for the next two hour on our bathroom floor. When I finally got back in bed around 4 AM, I felt horrid. I did manage to exercise and do yoga this morning, but I definitely felt off. The situation did not completely sink in until I had my monthly massage this afternoon. I neck and shoulders were horribly tense. In fact, my incredibly strong massage therapist had to use some metal tool on my neck in spots because the muscles would not release. She and I had a good laugh when I told here about my two hours on the floor. She then advised me not to do that again.
I certainly have no intention of making a regular habit of last night's performance, but I also know that anything can happen. While I am chagrined about my little adventure, I am also proud of myself because I am laughing about it. In the past, I am sure that I would have been too ashamed of the situation. The reality, though, is that Xyrem nights like last night are just one more piece of the crazy tapestry that is life with narcolepsy.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Money Madness (or Maddening Money)
Although I rarely discuss it here, money tends to be one of my largest sources of stress. I am almost ashamed to admit it, but money tends to have little meaning to me. That might be an okay situation if I were a single guy without a chronic illness, but I am a married man, a dad, and a person with narcolepsy. As a result, I definitely need to be conscious of my spending. I also need to provide assistance to my amazing wife. While she is certainly a better (and wiser) money manager than I, the reality of our lives is that much of the tracking of our spending has fallen to me. I am good at the "organizational" aspect of that, but I become quickly overwhelmed when it comes to the decision-making aspect of the finances.
Fortunately, I have only had a small number of complete errors when it has come to our money. We are also blessed in that I am able to supplement my wife's income because I can still work part-time. At the same time, keeping track of our bills and our expenses has gotten more and more difficult for me. To function in such a capacity, I need to be extremely focused. Unfortunately, I expend extensive energy to be that person. Thus, I am either neglectful of my other "duties" - being a husband, being a dad, being a teacher, and taking care of me - or I miss a bill payment here and there. Because of my commitment to living in the moment, the latter has happen more frequently than the former. While that is good, I think, it also sending my wife through the roof (and does not do much for my shame based thinking). We are attempting to shift much of the bill paying back to her, but she has so much else to do that it has been difficult.
The larger reason that this is on my mind, though, is the time and energy that I have used over the past two days. We need to change our "primary" credit card due to the merger of Northwest Airlines and Delta. For years we have used a Worldperks credit card to pay for many things. Our reasoning has been simple. We fly four or five times a year and using that card has gotten us at least one free (or reduced) ticket each year. Since we live in Minnesota, Northwest was our primary (perhaps only) option for the variety of flight times that we often needed. Now, Delta will be that airline. They only want one credit card option and like American Express. While I could care less which card it is that I am using, it is driving me insane to remember/discover all of the places that we have set up our current card as the payment option.
If I don't do this, we will either need to activiate the "new" card from our current bank simply to be safe. Then, any charges will go into a "new flex points" account for travel on any airline, but the AmEx card will get most of the charges, so we will never use the "flex points." Obviously, this is a minor issue in a world which is seeing a global recession, Iranian oppression, and numerous human rights violations. At the same time, it is driving my tiny brain into the ground. I have changed most of our pre-set card situations - I think. Still, one site would not allow me access, and another would not let me remove the defunct card. I added a new one, but the old one is loved too much perhaps. I bet it won't be so popular if I accidentally charge something to that card.
Even having gotten most of these updated, I am nervous about what I might have missed. The reality is that my narcolepsy undermines both my memory and my self-confidence. And, in the event I do miss some payment, I will get to wrestle with that guilt too. Hooray. Hopefully, I can let this junk go. The most important thing is that I am making progress on it. I also need to remember that we are extremely lucky to have a steady and solid income. As frustrating as these financials worries are (and narcolepsy is), we are truly blessed and want for nothing.
Fortunately, I have only had a small number of complete errors when it has come to our money. We are also blessed in that I am able to supplement my wife's income because I can still work part-time. At the same time, keeping track of our bills and our expenses has gotten more and more difficult for me. To function in such a capacity, I need to be extremely focused. Unfortunately, I expend extensive energy to be that person. Thus, I am either neglectful of my other "duties" - being a husband, being a dad, being a teacher, and taking care of me - or I miss a bill payment here and there. Because of my commitment to living in the moment, the latter has happen more frequently than the former. While that is good, I think, it also sending my wife through the roof (and does not do much for my shame based thinking). We are attempting to shift much of the bill paying back to her, but she has so much else to do that it has been difficult.
The larger reason that this is on my mind, though, is the time and energy that I have used over the past two days. We need to change our "primary" credit card due to the merger of Northwest Airlines and Delta. For years we have used a Worldperks credit card to pay for many things. Our reasoning has been simple. We fly four or five times a year and using that card has gotten us at least one free (or reduced) ticket each year. Since we live in Minnesota, Northwest was our primary (perhaps only) option for the variety of flight times that we often needed. Now, Delta will be that airline. They only want one credit card option and like American Express. While I could care less which card it is that I am using, it is driving me insane to remember/discover all of the places that we have set up our current card as the payment option.
If I don't do this, we will either need to activiate the "new" card from our current bank simply to be safe. Then, any charges will go into a "new flex points" account for travel on any airline, but the AmEx card will get most of the charges, so we will never use the "flex points." Obviously, this is a minor issue in a world which is seeing a global recession, Iranian oppression, and numerous human rights violations. At the same time, it is driving my tiny brain into the ground. I have changed most of our pre-set card situations - I think. Still, one site would not allow me access, and another would not let me remove the defunct card. I added a new one, but the old one is loved too much perhaps. I bet it won't be so popular if I accidentally charge something to that card.
Even having gotten most of these updated, I am nervous about what I might have missed. The reality is that my narcolepsy undermines both my memory and my self-confidence. And, in the event I do miss some payment, I will get to wrestle with that guilt too. Hooray. Hopefully, I can let this junk go. The most important thing is that I am making progress on it. I also need to remember that we are extremely lucky to have a steady and solid income. As frustrating as these financials worries are (and narcolepsy is), we are truly blessed and want for nothing.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Sunday Struggles
Today is Father's Day, and yet the only real emotion I have managed is frustrated anger. We went to a Minnesota Twins game last night to see an old friend. The game was good, except that the Twins lost, but we got home late. Because I had food at the game past 8 p.m., I stayed up until 11:15. When I finally took my Xyrem and went to bed, I was overly warm. My wife and I were intimate for a time, but things just were not right. Plus, the Xyrem can make me more than a little goofy. I did finally fall asleep. I even managed to take my second dose last night, although I once again slept through my alarm.
When I awoke, however, my wife was missing. Due to her discomfort, she was sleeping on the futon in our basement. I checked on her and returned to bed. I awoke this morning at 8 a.m. While I had rested, I already felt the stress of the day. I am behind at MITY (my wonderful gifted and talented students are producing at record levels this year), and there is far too much that needs to get done around our house. Unfortunately, between my exhaustion and the Twins game on Saturday, I got nothing done. Thus, I climbed out of bed already wondering how I would get to everything on my mental list.
My wife and daughter eventually got up too. They had planned to play some tennis before the day got warm. When they left, I decided to use the time to get in some exercise. I had only done a tiny amount on Saturday and am feeling worse about my physical condition than I did a week ago when I re-started my exercise. While the exercise went okay, I was trying new yoga poses in the end. Invariably, my wife and daughter arrived back home in the midst of that. My daughter immediately plunked down to "watch" since Wii can become a bit of a spectator sport. Although I was self-conscious, I refrained from saying anything. Then, as I began to attempt the final yoga pose - which I was incapable of performing - my wife also arrived. At she sat down, a chair we have owned for thirteen years suddenly lost a bolt. My wife began to let me know that I need to fix the chair when I got done with my exercising.
Sadly, I snapped at that point. Things only got worse when I realized that the bolt that came loose was in a ridiculously difficult area. It literally took me over 30 minutes to fix this one bolt. AND, when I finally set the chair upright, one of the two washers that HAD been on the bolt, once again fell to the floor. Somehow, I had managed to let that come off in my efforts. Needless to say, that final insult did little to dispel my rotten mood.
Of all of the things that have happened today, I am most upset about losing my cool with my wife. I know that no one was trying to make me feel bad or undermine my day, but I lashed out because I felt like that is exactly what was happening. And, of course, I have allowed the majority of the day to slip away because I have been wallowing. I also exhausted myself between the exercise and the (literal) wrestling with the broken chair.
Days like today are the ones that truly infuriate me in terms of my narcolepsy. Consciously, I know that I am wiped out because I am trying to do too much by teaching these two weeks at MITY. Yet, I still consciously and sub-consciously expect that I should also be able to do "normal" things during the weekend. Our house needs to be cleaned, our finances need updating, our windows need staining, and our office needs organization. Even though I literally can't do even one of these things, I feel like I should be able to do something. Worse, I know that my wife needs me to get to some of these things. The state of our house is weighing on her too. But, I am unable to do it. Thus, I get angry at myself for letting her down too.
Which brings me back to the fact that today is Father's Day. Instead of relaxing and celebrating with my family, I have yelled at the two people I love the most. I have also pouted because the day has not felt at all like "my day." Lastly, I don't even feel like I can make things much better right now because I can barely think straight. My body is tired, and my internal turmoil is paralyzing even the remote chance that I will get anything done - including the massive number of pieces from my students (which will only make me MORE stressed out tomorrow).
I know this day will pass. I know that tomorrow will be okay. I know that MITY will be fine and that the class is good. I know that my wife and daughter still love me. I know that my physical fitness will be what it will be. But, I can't feel it, and I hate that. Days like this are horribly bleak. Yes, I can (and likely will) get at least one thing done, but I won't even enjoy that. More than anything, I just wish in moments like this that nothing was "my responsibilty." I know that is an impossibility, but I feel overwhelmed by the frustration and sadness that I have once again "lost" a day (and a bit of my sanity) to this rotten disease.
When I awoke, however, my wife was missing. Due to her discomfort, she was sleeping on the futon in our basement. I checked on her and returned to bed. I awoke this morning at 8 a.m. While I had rested, I already felt the stress of the day. I am behind at MITY (my wonderful gifted and talented students are producing at record levels this year), and there is far too much that needs to get done around our house. Unfortunately, between my exhaustion and the Twins game on Saturday, I got nothing done. Thus, I climbed out of bed already wondering how I would get to everything on my mental list.
My wife and daughter eventually got up too. They had planned to play some tennis before the day got warm. When they left, I decided to use the time to get in some exercise. I had only done a tiny amount on Saturday and am feeling worse about my physical condition than I did a week ago when I re-started my exercise. While the exercise went okay, I was trying new yoga poses in the end. Invariably, my wife and daughter arrived back home in the midst of that. My daughter immediately plunked down to "watch" since Wii can become a bit of a spectator sport. Although I was self-conscious, I refrained from saying anything. Then, as I began to attempt the final yoga pose - which I was incapable of performing - my wife also arrived. At she sat down, a chair we have owned for thirteen years suddenly lost a bolt. My wife began to let me know that I need to fix the chair when I got done with my exercising.
Sadly, I snapped at that point. Things only got worse when I realized that the bolt that came loose was in a ridiculously difficult area. It literally took me over 30 minutes to fix this one bolt. AND, when I finally set the chair upright, one of the two washers that HAD been on the bolt, once again fell to the floor. Somehow, I had managed to let that come off in my efforts. Needless to say, that final insult did little to dispel my rotten mood.
Of all of the things that have happened today, I am most upset about losing my cool with my wife. I know that no one was trying to make me feel bad or undermine my day, but I lashed out because I felt like that is exactly what was happening. And, of course, I have allowed the majority of the day to slip away because I have been wallowing. I also exhausted myself between the exercise and the (literal) wrestling with the broken chair.
Days like today are the ones that truly infuriate me in terms of my narcolepsy. Consciously, I know that I am wiped out because I am trying to do too much by teaching these two weeks at MITY. Yet, I still consciously and sub-consciously expect that I should also be able to do "normal" things during the weekend. Our house needs to be cleaned, our finances need updating, our windows need staining, and our office needs organization. Even though I literally can't do even one of these things, I feel like I should be able to do something. Worse, I know that my wife needs me to get to some of these things. The state of our house is weighing on her too. But, I am unable to do it. Thus, I get angry at myself for letting her down too.
Which brings me back to the fact that today is Father's Day. Instead of relaxing and celebrating with my family, I have yelled at the two people I love the most. I have also pouted because the day has not felt at all like "my day." Lastly, I don't even feel like I can make things much better right now because I can barely think straight. My body is tired, and my internal turmoil is paralyzing even the remote chance that I will get anything done - including the massive number of pieces from my students (which will only make me MORE stressed out tomorrow).
I know this day will pass. I know that tomorrow will be okay. I know that MITY will be fine and that the class is good. I know that my wife and daughter still love me. I know that my physical fitness will be what it will be. But, I can't feel it, and I hate that. Days like this are horribly bleak. Yes, I can (and likely will) get at least one thing done, but I won't even enjoy that. More than anything, I just wish in moments like this that nothing was "my responsibilty." I know that is an impossibility, but I feel overwhelmed by the frustration and sadness that I have once again "lost" a day (and a bit of my sanity) to this rotten disease.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Sad and Surreal
Somehow, it is still May. Although I have not written for weeks, it feels like it has been a year. While I know that I have managed life, work, home, and health reasonably well, I am frustrated that I have not found time for me. I need to blog. I need to exercise. I need to practice yoga. Thankfully, summer is literally around the corner. My primary personal goal is to set clear patterns for those three things for me.
Even though I have coped with my narcolepsy well, many moments overwhelm me. One happened yesterday. I left home at 7:20 AM, and other than a brief 45 minute stop for dinner, I did not return until 10 PM. In the midst of it, I honestly worried that I would have a sleep attack. Gratefully, everything went well, and I found a second wind.
Today was a radically different situation. Even though I had Monday off, I found myself stunned this morning when I remember that today was Thursday. I honestly felt like Tuesday and Wednesday last for weeks. Yet, today was the longest day yet. Much of the morning went well, but in my afternoon class, I led a discussion during which MANY of my boys attempted to fault a female character in a novel for a rape. I was and am aghast. Although the group has certainly had moments of sheer male stupidity, this horrific scene was completely off my radar.
We are reading Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. The book is tremendous, and most students can't put it down. The discussion began with some wonderfully insightful comments, but a boy in the class who has often made short-sighted comments then offered that the protagonist was at fault for her rape. Assuming that his peers would immediately reject his comment, I called on two other boys. Both of them agreed with the first. The ensuing discussion entailed young women respectfully and intelligently refuting the lunacy that these boys were spewing, but the boys chose to ignore everything that the young women offered. I know that I handled the situation as well as I could, but I regret that I did not simply reject the initial comments. Unfortunately, I all too often try to be "fair." Since my own biases tend toward feminism, I refrained from shutting down this boy. Hoping that the boys would "learn" from the discussion, I proceeded to allow tremendous pain to be inflicted on the young women in the room.
When class ended the boys strolled out the door without a care in the world. Many of our young women were reeling from the boys' remarks. One broke down immediately. Two others spent 15 minutes in dialogue with my co-teachers and me. Three more wrote lengthy emails upon arriving at home. I highly doubt that the boys even pondered the class period for more than 10 seconds. Thus, in an attempt to "help" the boys, I subjected young women to tremendous pain. That is male privilege in its most sinister forms.
Thus, my co-teachers and I will adjust our schedule for tomorrow. Instead of playing our trivia and knowledge game, we will separate into gender specific groups. Hopefully, the young women can be reaffirmed by the testoterone-free period. The boys, on the other hand, should be interesting. I definitely think that those boys need to hear in no uncertain terms that rape is an evil crime and that a rape is NEVER the fault of the victim. It should be interesting.
Even though I have coped with my narcolepsy well, many moments overwhelm me. One happened yesterday. I left home at 7:20 AM, and other than a brief 45 minute stop for dinner, I did not return until 10 PM. In the midst of it, I honestly worried that I would have a sleep attack. Gratefully, everything went well, and I found a second wind.
Today was a radically different situation. Even though I had Monday off, I found myself stunned this morning when I remember that today was Thursday. I honestly felt like Tuesday and Wednesday last for weeks. Yet, today was the longest day yet. Much of the morning went well, but in my afternoon class, I led a discussion during which MANY of my boys attempted to fault a female character in a novel for a rape. I was and am aghast. Although the group has certainly had moments of sheer male stupidity, this horrific scene was completely off my radar.
We are reading Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. The book is tremendous, and most students can't put it down. The discussion began with some wonderfully insightful comments, but a boy in the class who has often made short-sighted comments then offered that the protagonist was at fault for her rape. Assuming that his peers would immediately reject his comment, I called on two other boys. Both of them agreed with the first. The ensuing discussion entailed young women respectfully and intelligently refuting the lunacy that these boys were spewing, but the boys chose to ignore everything that the young women offered. I know that I handled the situation as well as I could, but I regret that I did not simply reject the initial comments. Unfortunately, I all too often try to be "fair." Since my own biases tend toward feminism, I refrained from shutting down this boy. Hoping that the boys would "learn" from the discussion, I proceeded to allow tremendous pain to be inflicted on the young women in the room.
When class ended the boys strolled out the door without a care in the world. Many of our young women were reeling from the boys' remarks. One broke down immediately. Two others spent 15 minutes in dialogue with my co-teachers and me. Three more wrote lengthy emails upon arriving at home. I highly doubt that the boys even pondered the class period for more than 10 seconds. Thus, in an attempt to "help" the boys, I subjected young women to tremendous pain. That is male privilege in its most sinister forms.
Thus, my co-teachers and I will adjust our schedule for tomorrow. Instead of playing our trivia and knowledge game, we will separate into gender specific groups. Hopefully, the young women can be reaffirmed by the testoterone-free period. The boys, on the other hand, should be interesting. I definitely think that those boys need to hear in no uncertain terms that rape is an evil crime and that a rape is NEVER the fault of the victim. It should be interesting.
Friday, May 1, 2009
May Magic
Yet again, time has had its way with me. My calendar seems to jump entire weeks at a time. Thus, May has arrived and my brain is still in the middle of April. The frenetic pace of school has not lessened, rather it has picked up. Today, I managed to finish putting comments on numerous papers, to copy our quiz, to help plan the day, to re-write the same quiz, and to connect with a number of students. The added "bonus" is that I did all of that during a day that was shortened for various reasons. We also had conferences yesterday, and my daughter had to go to the ER the night before. So, I slept little on Wednesday, talked to parents for hours on Thursday, and eked every ounce out of my body on Friday. While I am grateful that I can handle a day like that, I also know that I will be worthless for much of this weekend.
I also realize that I am getting more and more run down as the end of the school year approaches. I find it fascinating that I am beginning to know myself and my body well enough that I can recognize when I am pushing too hard. Unfortunately, I am still too stubborn to do much about that. I know that I will continue to push when I should stop - like I did today. I "survived," but that came at a price. The lingering congestion and illness that I seem to still have will worsen. There is no question in my mind about that. I also know that I will do my best to exploit the boost I get from the improving weather.
While temperatures did dip during the past week, the averages are now consistently in the 60+ range. That is glorious. I have come to abhor winter. The warmth coupled with the ever growing daylight definitely lift my spirits. Of course, that too has a down side. More light means that I am tempted to push myself even more. Even the idea of May gets me pumped. More daylight and milder days portend summer's arrival. Summer means a time to re-charge and MITY. Yet, my extroverted, crazy brain transforms those good vibes into an insane drive to complete everything before the school year ends. While the idea is lovely, the reality is that I should NEVER listen to grand ideas like that. My body can't handle them, but my stupid brain never seems to remember that. Hopefully, I am gaining enough wisdom that I will intervene on my own behalf. Nonetheless, I am thrilled that I am entering the final month of school, even if it means that I somehow lost the latter half of April.
I also realize that I am getting more and more run down as the end of the school year approaches. I find it fascinating that I am beginning to know myself and my body well enough that I can recognize when I am pushing too hard. Unfortunately, I am still too stubborn to do much about that. I know that I will continue to push when I should stop - like I did today. I "survived," but that came at a price. The lingering congestion and illness that I seem to still have will worsen. There is no question in my mind about that. I also know that I will do my best to exploit the boost I get from the improving weather.
While temperatures did dip during the past week, the averages are now consistently in the 60+ range. That is glorious. I have come to abhor winter. The warmth coupled with the ever growing daylight definitely lift my spirits. Of course, that too has a down side. More light means that I am tempted to push myself even more. Even the idea of May gets me pumped. More daylight and milder days portend summer's arrival. Summer means a time to re-charge and MITY. Yet, my extroverted, crazy brain transforms those good vibes into an insane drive to complete everything before the school year ends. While the idea is lovely, the reality is that I should NEVER listen to grand ideas like that. My body can't handle them, but my stupid brain never seems to remember that. Hopefully, I am gaining enough wisdom that I will intervene on my own behalf. Nonetheless, I am thrilled that I am entering the final month of school, even if it means that I somehow lost the latter half of April.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wrung out, but Writing
I don't have much energy because it is late, but I have felt the need to write for days. I am stunned how often life's whirlwind can suddenly shift, leaving me writhing in the dust. Even though last week was significantly more taxing, this week has seemed completely out of my control. A week ago, our teaching team was missing one member the entire week, while our students bombarded us with questions about their research papers. My household was also missing our superstar - my amazing wife. Yet, it is this week that feels more insurmountable. I doubt I will ever truly understand that aspect of myself or narcolepsy. This condition seems to have an unending supply of twists and turns.
Regardless, I have survived another week. I have a mountain of work this weekend - correcting and cleaning being the primary tasks at hand. Still, I am proud of myself for pushing through the challenges that continually crop up along the journey. I have had two intense department meetings this week. Two provided fantastic dialogue, but the underlying issues are enormous and get at the spiritual core of teaching. I also believe that another setback has been dealt in the realm of technology. After two years, numerous discussions, a day long listening session, and a full faculty and staff survey, our Technology Committee seemed ready to make a recommendation about modifying the usage rules for iPods/MP3 players and cell phones during the school day. But, during the chair's summary of the meeting (with only 10 minutes remaining) a slew of "issues" were raised - things we have discussed ad nauseum over the past two years - that delayed the process yet again. The ultimate irony is that our committee only makes a recommendation. The administrative team will give whatever we do final approval. Hearing about this situation today once again makes me questions whether this school is the right place for me or for my daughter. I hate that, but it also means that I am taking nothing for granted.
Regardless, I have survived another week. I have a mountain of work this weekend - correcting and cleaning being the primary tasks at hand. Still, I am proud of myself for pushing through the challenges that continually crop up along the journey. I have had two intense department meetings this week. Two provided fantastic dialogue, but the underlying issues are enormous and get at the spiritual core of teaching. I also believe that another setback has been dealt in the realm of technology. After two years, numerous discussions, a day long listening session, and a full faculty and staff survey, our Technology Committee seemed ready to make a recommendation about modifying the usage rules for iPods/MP3 players and cell phones during the school day. But, during the chair's summary of the meeting (with only 10 minutes remaining) a slew of "issues" were raised - things we have discussed ad nauseum over the past two years - that delayed the process yet again. The ultimate irony is that our committee only makes a recommendation. The administrative team will give whatever we do final approval. Hearing about this situation today once again makes me questions whether this school is the right place for me or for my daughter. I hate that, but it also means that I am taking nothing for granted.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Running Ragged
Driving my car today, I wondered how coherent I actually was. I did not doubt my ability to navigate effectively and accurately. My confidence was also high in my driving skills. At the same time, I am painfully aware that I am fuzzy on the exact details of the journey home. Plus, when I finally got here, my phone conversation with my wife is now the vague recollection of an echo. In that bizarre balance that seems to becoming my norm more and more frequently, I accomplished many things today, but I also used every ounce of energy that I could muster.
I am pressing myself to the limit. Some of the causes are unavoidable. One of my co-teachers is out on paternity level. Thus, only two of us are present this week to handle the onslaught of questions from our 40+ students in each section. Beyond that, we are working on research papers, which cause the number of student questions to escalate exponentially. I also have been logging long hours at my daughter's school. Frighteningly enough, I did not go to everything that I was supposed to attend (mostly because I did not trust myself behind the wheel of a car). Yesterday, I was at her school for three hours to help run a TechParent night. Today, my efforts aided in the second session of Poetry Club. Both things were cool, but they also drained me.
Beyond that, though, I have gotten much less sleep recently. I am forcing myself to milk my day for every spare moment. All of the priorities are "vital," both in reality and in my delusional mind, but they are taking their toll. As always, the thing that suffers most is my well-being. It also does not help that my wife is out of town. I always feel more desperate when that is the case.
I did have one moment today that was a "favor" for a friend, but was actually much more for me. A colleague teaches a class on loss. Most of their work centers on the loss of a close friend or family member, or a beloved pet. Still, the instructor has invited my in the past two years, because she understands that I too live with loss. When I spoke last year, I had just discovered Facebook and MySpace. I had also just start this blog. Thus, it was amazing to talk about my disease today. Even though I know the journey gets longer every day, I loved sharing my experiences because I do believe that narcolepsy (as much as I hate it) has saved my life. It has forced me to focus on myself and my true priorities.
I am handling my current exhaustion well. I am well-aware that I am functioning at half-speed at best, but I am more comfortable with that than ever. I know that many of my days are filled with mediocrity, yet that is far superior to one decent day followed by a month or two of misery. At least I can help students in limited ways, rather than being stuck at home. If that day does arrive, though, perhaps some of my friends at Narcolepsy Network will have worked out a cool way for me to still connect to other PWNs around the world. Okay, I must sleep before I fritter away another three hours.
I am pressing myself to the limit. Some of the causes are unavoidable. One of my co-teachers is out on paternity level. Thus, only two of us are present this week to handle the onslaught of questions from our 40+ students in each section. Beyond that, we are working on research papers, which cause the number of student questions to escalate exponentially. I also have been logging long hours at my daughter's school. Frighteningly enough, I did not go to everything that I was supposed to attend (mostly because I did not trust myself behind the wheel of a car). Yesterday, I was at her school for three hours to help run a TechParent night. Today, my efforts aided in the second session of Poetry Club. Both things were cool, but they also drained me.
Beyond that, though, I have gotten much less sleep recently. I am forcing myself to milk my day for every spare moment. All of the priorities are "vital," both in reality and in my delusional mind, but they are taking their toll. As always, the thing that suffers most is my well-being. It also does not help that my wife is out of town. I always feel more desperate when that is the case.
I did have one moment today that was a "favor" for a friend, but was actually much more for me. A colleague teaches a class on loss. Most of their work centers on the loss of a close friend or family member, or a beloved pet. Still, the instructor has invited my in the past two years, because she understands that I too live with loss. When I spoke last year, I had just discovered Facebook and MySpace. I had also just start this blog. Thus, it was amazing to talk about my disease today. Even though I know the journey gets longer every day, I loved sharing my experiences because I do believe that narcolepsy (as much as I hate it) has saved my life. It has forced me to focus on myself and my true priorities.
I am handling my current exhaustion well. I am well-aware that I am functioning at half-speed at best, but I am more comfortable with that than ever. I know that many of my days are filled with mediocrity, yet that is far superior to one decent day followed by a month or two of misery. At least I can help students in limited ways, rather than being stuck at home. If that day does arrive, though, perhaps some of my friends at Narcolepsy Network will have worked out a cool way for me to still connect to other PWNs around the world. Okay, I must sleep before I fritter away another three hours.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Washed out Wednesday
It always throws me when my body "catches up" with my life. I had a great weekend, seeing friends and playing a small amount of ultimate. I also enjoyed my visit to my friends' home in Maryland. The added exercise in White Flint would have been nice to forgo, but I know that it too was beneficial. My travel yesterday was harried at times, but I got home safely. So, I awoke today thinking that I would be ready to get into a groove preparing for work material, cleaning the house, and prepping for some events at my daughter's school. I was completely wrong.
Although I could feel the wave of fatigue as early as Sunday, it hit me full force today. I struggled to get out of bed, even with my stimulant. Then, as I was about to leave to do my limited errands for the day, I learned that the acupuncture, massage, and chiropractic appointments that I believed were scheduled for tomorrow were actually today - yippee. Thankfully, I will still get to have a massage (a shorter one) and chiropractic tomorrow, but the disappointment and embarrassment nearly tanked my day. Poetry Club at my daughter's school went great, but I got home completely exhausted. I even fell asleep watching The News Hour.
I am hoping that the recovery process will only take a day or two. I truly can't afford to feel like this when school restarts next Tuesday. I should not be surprised when things like this happen, but I am. I forget how much energy traveling can consume. I also did spend most days over the weekend and in Maryland "on," meaning that I did not rest much. That said, it still stresses me out that I am nearly worthless today. I want to do more around our house. I also need to get caught up on school work, finances, and our taxes. Narcolepsy always seems to have one more twist waiting for me.
Although I could feel the wave of fatigue as early as Sunday, it hit me full force today. I struggled to get out of bed, even with my stimulant. Then, as I was about to leave to do my limited errands for the day, I learned that the acupuncture, massage, and chiropractic appointments that I believed were scheduled for tomorrow were actually today - yippee. Thankfully, I will still get to have a massage (a shorter one) and chiropractic tomorrow, but the disappointment and embarrassment nearly tanked my day. Poetry Club at my daughter's school went great, but I got home completely exhausted. I even fell asleep watching The News Hour.
I am hoping that the recovery process will only take a day or two. I truly can't afford to feel like this when school restarts next Tuesday. I should not be surprised when things like this happen, but I am. I forget how much energy traveling can consume. I also did spend most days over the weekend and in Maryland "on," meaning that I did not rest much. That said, it still stresses me out that I am nearly worthless today. I want to do more around our house. I also need to get caught up on school work, finances, and our taxes. Narcolepsy always seems to have one more twist waiting for me.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Midnight Madness
Once again, I am up far later than a PWN should be. Oops! Life continues to surge at a break neck pace, yet I am surviving. My daughter had a horrid cold at the beginning of last week, and I promptly caught it. I came home early from school last Wednesday and immediately got worse. Somehow, I managed to limp through Thursday and Friday, not only getting to school, but also teaching decently. It was stunning to realize that I could feel as bad as I did, but still get to work and perform adequately. I must admit that I felt a bit of pride in being able to do that. Of course, I also questioned my sanity, particularly on Friday when my morning dose of cold medication did not play nicely with my stimulant. The chest pains and racing heart had me a little worried, but I got through it.
This week has been better from a health perspective, but today was difficult personally and professionally. We have been discussing a change to our cell phone policy and our iPod/mp3 player policy for the past two years. March 24 was finally the day of our "listening session" to hear faculty feedback. Needless to say, no one tends to be more biting in their criticism than disgruntled teachers. I facilitated two sessions and felt pummled by the negative feelings of many of my colleagues. I can understand resistence to the ideas proposed, but many people went well beyond that and vented about "technology" in general. It hurt because our committee has put so much time and energy into our work, but also because I personally believe that integrating more technology into the schoolwide curriculum is vital to helping our students prepare for the future that awaits them. To have a number of colleagues disparage that idea saddened me. It also made me question whether my school is the right place for my daughter, or for me.
This week has been better from a health perspective, but today was difficult personally and professionally. We have been discussing a change to our cell phone policy and our iPod/mp3 player policy for the past two years. March 24 was finally the day of our "listening session" to hear faculty feedback. Needless to say, no one tends to be more biting in their criticism than disgruntled teachers. I facilitated two sessions and felt pummled by the negative feelings of many of my colleagues. I can understand resistence to the ideas proposed, but many people went well beyond that and vented about "technology" in general. It hurt because our committee has put so much time and energy into our work, but also because I personally believe that integrating more technology into the schoolwide curriculum is vital to helping our students prepare for the future that awaits them. To have a number of colleagues disparage that idea saddened me. It also made me question whether my school is the right place for my daughter, or for me.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
February Funk Follows January Junk
It is WAY past my bedtime. Somehow, though, I am still awake. For the third night in a row, I am up past midnight. Not good. I am out of sorts and definitely "off." I am heading to bed in a moment, but I wanted to post. Stunningly, January was my worst month ever, in terms of blogging. Fortunately, the rest of my life progressed far better than my pressence here would indicate. I continue to work to reclaim my pre-break balance. I doubt I will ever fully understand how two weeks of vacation can disrupt my routine so thoroughly. That said, I remain grateful for the vacation.
I believe that I am reacquitring some semblence of order and focus. At my acupuncture appointment today, I commented that I have often felt in the past two weeks that the world seems to move at Mach 2 or 3. But, I seem to be confinded to slow motion. While the world rushes past, I find myself marvelling at the insanity of life. Alright, I must sleep NOW. I shall return (far sooner than the month that lapsed between my last post and this one).
I believe that I am reacquitring some semblence of order and focus. At my acupuncture appointment today, I commented that I have often felt in the past two weeks that the world seems to move at Mach 2 or 3. But, I seem to be confinded to slow motion. While the world rushes past, I find myself marvelling at the insanity of life. Alright, I must sleep NOW. I shall return (far sooner than the month that lapsed between my last post and this one).
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Curious Questions
The continued chaos of my life regularly leads me back to pondering what is the right direction for me. I know that I need to stay active. If I don't, I worry that I will be overwhelmed by the anxiety that constantly builds up within my brain. But, I worry that I will drive myself into the ground. Even though I have gotten significantly better at saying "no," I am still too willing to over commit myself. Helping others is deeply important to me, but I need to work on boundaries.
That said, I continue to wonder if teaching is the right place for me. I do love my job, but I also worry constantly that I am not doing enough for my students. Rationally, I know that I am doing good work. Certainly, I am doing the best that I can, but is it enough? Am I providing the instruction that my students deserve? More importantly, I need to examine the impact of those feelings on my psyche. Worrying about what I am doing does not help my mental health. I am proud that I am handling my insecurities well. While I do have dark moments each day, my prevailing mood is upbeat. I do know (and believe) that I am doing the best that I can each day.
Even that knowledge, though, trips me up. If this is the best I can do, and I can't keep up with the minimum expectations of my job, is it responsible or ethical to continue in that profession? I don't have an answer, but the issue is regularly on my mind. I have much to offer my students, but I also need to ensure that they are getting the instruction that they deserve. The realities of all this far exceed my abilities. I truly do not know what is right or wrong, or if an answer even exists. What I do know is that I will continue to do my best. I will find what energy I can and parcel it out as fairly as possible.
Amid it all, I do realize that I must take more for me. I need to exercise. I need to do yoga. I need to have time and space that is mine. How that will fit with teaching, parenting, volunteering and loving, I have no idea. My life will be what it will be. I will breathe and move and sleep and live.
That said, I continue to wonder if teaching is the right place for me. I do love my job, but I also worry constantly that I am not doing enough for my students. Rationally, I know that I am doing good work. Certainly, I am doing the best that I can, but is it enough? Am I providing the instruction that my students deserve? More importantly, I need to examine the impact of those feelings on my psyche. Worrying about what I am doing does not help my mental health. I am proud that I am handling my insecurities well. While I do have dark moments each day, my prevailing mood is upbeat. I do know (and believe) that I am doing the best that I can each day.
Even that knowledge, though, trips me up. If this is the best I can do, and I can't keep up with the minimum expectations of my job, is it responsible or ethical to continue in that profession? I don't have an answer, but the issue is regularly on my mind. I have much to offer my students, but I also need to ensure that they are getting the instruction that they deserve. The realities of all this far exceed my abilities. I truly do not know what is right or wrong, or if an answer even exists. What I do know is that I will continue to do my best. I will find what energy I can and parcel it out as fairly as possible.
Amid it all, I do realize that I must take more for me. I need to exercise. I need to do yoga. I need to have time and space that is mine. How that will fit with teaching, parenting, volunteering and loving, I have no idea. My life will be what it will be. I will breathe and move and sleep and live.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Sleepy Sadness
So much has happened this month, and yet I fear I have no words. The days and weeks have literally gotten away from me. I also lost track of my job, my other responsibilities, my health and any sense of schedule. Worst of all, my wife lost one of her brothers. Her youngest brother choked on a sandwich and no one knows how long he was deprived of oxygen. He was on a respirator for ten days. Finally, he was taken off. No tests done while he was on the respirator gave any indication as to how he would react. The assumption was that he would likely die. But my wife's brother has thrown folks curve balls his entire life. In true form, he remained in a coma, but began breathing naturally. Then, 36 hours later, he died.
Complicating things even more, the death came on my daughter's birthday. My wife left for home on Saturday and will return to Saint Paul on Thursday. My wife stayed for my daughter's birthday sleepover, but it has been good for her to be with her family. The visitations and the funeral were good, and I know that she is feeling more at peace with this. I am still feeling the loss. I know I made the right decision, but I also regret that I could not have been physically present for my wife and her family.
All of this has drained me even more. At the same time, I have been more productive in the last few days than I have been in a month. I see that as a good sign. I know that I need more time for me, but am struggling to find it. I need to sleep more and must find a way to let down. Having three days off next week will definitely be a welcome relief. I also think that the grading that I will need to do at the end of the trimester will be lighter. It definitely feels good to write again. My goal for the end of this year is to establish a clear pattern for exercise, yoga and my time. I need to take much better care of myself. If I do not, I know that I will be unable to do the job that I love so much.
Complicating things even more, the death came on my daughter's birthday. My wife left for home on Saturday and will return to Saint Paul on Thursday. My wife stayed for my daughter's birthday sleepover, but it has been good for her to be with her family. The visitations and the funeral were good, and I know that she is feeling more at peace with this. I am still feeling the loss. I know I made the right decision, but I also regret that I could not have been physically present for my wife and her family.
All of this has drained me even more. At the same time, I have been more productive in the last few days than I have been in a month. I see that as a good sign. I know that I need more time for me, but am struggling to find it. I need to sleep more and must find a way to let down. Having three days off next week will definitely be a welcome relief. I also think that the grading that I will need to do at the end of the trimester will be lighter. It definitely feels good to write again. My goal for the end of this year is to establish a clear pattern for exercise, yoga and my time. I need to take much better care of myself. If I do not, I know that I will be unable to do the job that I love so much.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Odd October
So often, I feel like time's relativity only increases in speed. Somehow, though, this past month has not only flown by with exponentially increasing acceleration, but also it has lasted an eon, or two. If that sounds completely paradoxical, imagine what it must feel like. Usually, I am wondering where the month went, but for the past week, I have had to remind myself that it is not yet November. While a portion of me does wonder where the past four weeks went, another section can seem to grasp that there is still one day left in this month - October. All of it seems complete bizarre.
Surreal as the month has been, I know that some of my confusion results directly from my narcolepsy. I find each day so exhausting that each one honestly can feel like a week. Yet, even with that, the memory issues that tend to accompany my sleepiness do make it seem like I have lost a day here, or a week there. Beyond the condition, though, the month has been bizarre due to the multitude of activities in my life.
I am trying to reduce the stresses in my life, but feel like I am losing that battle. My responsibilities to my daughter's school seem to be growing, as are my commitments to my various narcolepsy communities. Beyond that, my job is far more demanding from a physical standpoint this year. I am a great deal happier, but am also finding myself far more drained than I did last year (when I sat around and watched movies most days). Finally, the extensive renovations taking place at my home, coupled with the conferences that both my wife and I attended (one apiece), have made for a wildly rich and diverse month. I do find this sensation strange, but I love that for once, I do NOT feel like I lost every other day (or more).
Surreal as the month has been, I know that some of my confusion results directly from my narcolepsy. I find each day so exhausting that each one honestly can feel like a week. Yet, even with that, the memory issues that tend to accompany my sleepiness do make it seem like I have lost a day here, or a week there. Beyond the condition, though, the month has been bizarre due to the multitude of activities in my life.
I am trying to reduce the stresses in my life, but feel like I am losing that battle. My responsibilities to my daughter's school seem to be growing, as are my commitments to my various narcolepsy communities. Beyond that, my job is far more demanding from a physical standpoint this year. I am a great deal happier, but am also finding myself far more drained than I did last year (when I sat around and watched movies most days). Finally, the extensive renovations taking place at my home, coupled with the conferences that both my wife and I attended (one apiece), have made for a wildly rich and diverse month. I do find this sensation strange, but I love that for once, I do NOT feel like I lost every other day (or more).
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