It's the start of Week Two at MHS. We're testing on Of Mice and Men and The Great Gatsby today which leaves me plenty of time to sit in the back and plan for Romeo and Streetcar. It's kind of exciting to think that I might not be alone while teaching during my first week. I may have a stowaway or two learning iambic pentameter along with the lovies, just waiting to be detected. I'm sure the time will go quickly then but now it's crawling.
Tomorrow is yet another lining check. I'm waiting for something to happen, counting on a change, hoping that this estrace misery is almost at an end. Ideally, Dr. Hock likes to see patients stay on the pills for 12 days and that would take me through this Friday but I'm hoping that by tomorrow the growth is noticeable so she may want me to come back later this week to make the call to start progesterone in oil shots (PIO).
As ever, it's a lot of hurry up and wait but at least I have a fairly rigorous schedule to take my mind off of things from the time I wake up until I pick Oscar up at 4:00. The night is another story so we try our best to fill it with good food, good tv, and reading ourselves to sleep. Honestly, though, if I'm not thinking of my uterus, I'm thinking of entry points into Shakespeare for struggling readers and my dreams become these vivid high school mash-ups of my life and someone else's set to a Baz Luhrmann score. It's pretty great but kinda scary.
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