I'm lying in bed, trying to decide. Last night I mucked it up, went out to dinner (a school fundraiser, no less) with the boys and got publicly ill. I hope I didn't scare anyone's kids. Mine are unfortunately used to seeing me slouched over like that.
So today I haven't gotten out of bed. I am supposed to move every so often, but it's been nice and cozy to spend 90% of the time sound asleep! I could, like, take a shower, something like that, maybe even go to my book club meeting. I missed Jonah's baseball practice, he's there now. I actually think I want to eat, but I have no idea what. Chocolate? I'm also now realizing, I guess because of the sound of girl voices in the front, that I haven't laid eyes on Allison today. Here she is. Running in and out with Simona. Oy.
I wonder what other people think: Does Jason deserve a bit of extra kindness at school because of what he puts up with at home? He doesn't get treated well at his school, in my opinion. His math teacher is nasty to him and refuses to speak to me about it. Jason had one stupid incident with a potato more than a month ago, for which he should not have gotten into any trouble, and for that his entire last quarter at this school is now ruined. Even though he made the honor roll and has been a really good kid. And you know how I champion him at home. He earns it. He is a good boy, and he honestly does have so much on his plate. You'd think they could possibly give a little, once in awhile. Allison's and Jonah's teachers have been absolutely fantastic. Their kindness has brought me to tears. Doesn't Jason deserve the same? This is just really eating at me. The principal can't even keep track of which kid Jason is, it's all so meaningless to him. Very sad.
Huh. Another thought. Is this chemo brain? I've been so afraid of losing mental strength through all this. I can feel that I'm rambly now, and not making much sense. And earlier today I thought the book was called Flowers for Alcatraz, even though that didn't sound quite right. Allison, it turns out, is right here in the house, she's in the kitchen with Simona. What if I end up with brain damage? I think that's the one thing I could not handle. I'll try a shower. And maybe some chocolate.
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All of my teachers treated me terribly too. Then I grew up and found ways to make a living doing the things they said I shouldn't be doing while they were teaching me bullshit vocabulary that anyone who ever read a book should know. It'll balance out when he's president.
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