Today is Memorial Day. It certainly doesn’t seem like a holiday, for so many different reasons. I’ve been home alone all day, trying to work on completing all of my long- neglected responsibilities for my Advanced Placement General Psychology class for high school students.
Given my recent extra caretaking responsibilities, for both my mother and my daughter during the past few months, I fell seriously behind in grading my students’ assignments. Thankfully, I’ve been granted an extension for submitting my students’ final grades.
Today reminds me of so very many times during my long years that were spent completing my doctorate: hours spent intensely working, set apart from others who are pursuing different types of family-oriented activities. I don’t miss the social isolation experienced during those very long years of extreme dedication to completing my education.
Thankfully, I don’t have too much more to do before I finish wrapping up my teaching responsibilities for this semester. It remains undetermined how college courses will be taught at this point forward, due to the COVID-19 pandemic. Honestly, I’m not interested in teaching a course completely remotely. I really miss the direct interaction with my students, whom I have not seen since early March of this year.
I’ve really been struggling today, especially physically. My menorrhagia has recently returned with a vengeance. Tomorrow morning, I’m going to phone my gynecologist. It currently appears that pursuing a hysterectomy remains my best option for treatment of my heavy bleeding. It’s very challenging to be feeling totally exhausted, both physically and emotionally.