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Jun. 30th, 2016 10:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeOn the plus side HEY YAY my jaw pain is rapidly diminishing. On the minus side oh fuck that was a capoeira class. A good class! Which means that between that and the waking up in the middle of the night today it is a miracle I am getting anything at all done. I just want to go back to sleep. For about a week.
Messaging my doctor finally got the process to get my maintenance inhaler kicked into gear, so hopefully that'll get going. I'm not sure why I have a more direct line than the pharmacy but whatever. Or maybe he wasn't sure which form to fill out and the person who answers the messages knew exactly what was going on? I wouldn't entirely put it past that little snafu happening. Anyway. Soon I will find out exactly how much I have to pay to live my life the way I now want to, which is apparently more expensive than how I used to want to live, and for a much less frivolous reason than new clothes and makeup. Ugh. Why is it so fucking expensive to get breathing medication. Fuck the insurance companies, I swear. You want to pay out fewer emergency costs make it cheaper for us to goddamn breathe.
(Apparently this is the week of asthma problems, as other people on my flist are also having issues with their medication. Worse issues than mine, at least I have medication I can presumably take with few reactions because I seem to be the inertest of the inert.
I did, late last night while I was punchy and giggly, come up with a slightly more structured way to teach portuguese rather than going "UM okay we'll start with copulas." Because of course on Monday Puck's all HERE YOU SPEAK ALL THE LANGUAGES YOU TEACH THE PORTUGUESE PART OF CLASS. At which point in my head I'm all oh fuck you really just because I speak them doesn't mean I can teach them
(This is both a lie and not a lie, my ability to teach has more to do with being raised by teachers, among other skills, and the way I study languages, rather than because I speak them, but I probably am best qualified out of me and the two other teachers to teach Portuguese.)
But I did go ahead and do it anyway and we went over phrases, verbs, it was fairly haphazard because I had about a minute and a half to come up with a lesson plan, but I managed. Next Monday class, though, we're going to keep doing capoeira (or resume it if it's after the song) and I'm going to run us through anatomical terms, classroom verbs (show, do, say), and directions. Basically Twister in Portuguese: that foot left instead of right foot blue.
Anyway. Limbs feel weak. Or achy. Want a nap. Have endless work to do instead. Yay. This is my day, I suppose I'd better get to it. Even if I don' wanna. It's almost Camp Nanowrimo already when the fuck did that happen.
Messaging my doctor finally got the process to get my maintenance inhaler kicked into gear, so hopefully that'll get going. I'm not sure why I have a more direct line than the pharmacy but whatever. Or maybe he wasn't sure which form to fill out and the person who answers the messages knew exactly what was going on? I wouldn't entirely put it past that little snafu happening. Anyway. Soon I will find out exactly how much I have to pay to live my life the way I now want to, which is apparently more expensive than how I used to want to live, and for a much less frivolous reason than new clothes and makeup. Ugh. Why is it so fucking expensive to get breathing medication. Fuck the insurance companies, I swear. You want to pay out fewer emergency costs make it cheaper for us to goddamn breathe.
(Apparently this is the week of asthma problems, as other people on my flist are also having issues with their medication. Worse issues than mine, at least I have medication I can presumably take with few reactions because I seem to be the inertest of the inert.
I did, late last night while I was punchy and giggly, come up with a slightly more structured way to teach portuguese rather than going "UM okay we'll start with copulas." Because of course on Monday Puck's all HERE YOU SPEAK ALL THE LANGUAGES YOU TEACH THE PORTUGUESE PART OF CLASS. At which point in my head I'm all oh fuck you really just because I speak them doesn't mean I can teach them
(This is both a lie and not a lie, my ability to teach has more to do with being raised by teachers, among other skills, and the way I study languages, rather than because I speak them, but I probably am best qualified out of me and the two other teachers to teach Portuguese.)
But I did go ahead and do it anyway and we went over phrases, verbs, it was fairly haphazard because I had about a minute and a half to come up with a lesson plan, but I managed. Next Monday class, though, we're going to keep doing capoeira (or resume it if it's after the song) and I'm going to run us through anatomical terms, classroom verbs (show, do, say), and directions. Basically Twister in Portuguese: that foot left instead of right foot blue.
Anyway. Limbs feel weak. Or achy. Want a nap. Have endless work to do instead. Yay. This is my day, I suppose I'd better get to it. Even if I don' wanna. It's almost Camp Nanowrimo already when the fuck did that happen.
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Date: 2016-06-30 02:52 pm (UTC)Oh shit Camp NaNo I am totally unprepared.
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Date: 2016-06-30 03:16 pm (UTC)ME TOO. Okay, no, I am kind of prepared, I've been writing the story in my head for years, but actually getting it out on the page? ACK.