Chronic fear number 1

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I have this fear:

Clock 8.22

Looking at my watch I realise I have taken too long straightening my hair. At least two minutes too long, maybe five. I slap on my makeup, it doesn’t really matter how even it is, crazy people can’t put make up on straight and right now I’m feeling crazy coming on. I shuffle down to the kitchen grab my handbag, lunch and bag of random work stuff, swiftly say goodbye and head out to my car.

The three minute trip goes smoothly. I sail through my neighbourhood to join the line that is heading towards school (work). The lollipop lady is poised but doesn’t stop traffic in front of me. Great luck. The news hasn’t come on the radio yet. I’m winning.Lollipop lady

I turn out of the line to take the side entrance to work. A short delay driving into the parking area, but not too bad. Driving past the electronic sign saying ‘Welcome’, I see it says 8.32. Rubbish. No wonder parents have come in to say the sign has the wrong time, it does. Two minutes is crucial. If it said the correct time I would look up and think “I am on time”. But because of that sign having the wrong time, I doubt my car clock, my watch and the radio station’s ability to put the news on, on time.

The news just starts. I slowly crawl through the back of parked cars to find a spare spot.

Kids walking to schoolMy Principal strides out the front door of the building to go to parking duty. She sees my car sliding along at a snail’s pace. There are children walking on the paths in front of the parking bays. Crap. She looks at her watch, double crap. I slither into a park in her peripheral vision. Hopefully she remembers how I told her how hard it is getting ready of a morning, with these health issues I have. She isn’t a Miss Trunchbull but sometimes I imagine her that way. I’d like to be earlier, like everyone else. It’s not like I just got up out of bed. I have been up since six twenty.

It is only a minute or two, I arrived didn’t I? That’s better than not arriving at all.

I stop the car and plan my sneak into the side door of the staff room. Grabbing my bags quickly, I turn to open the car door, and realise…

I’m wearing slippers. Pink fluffy ones. Triple crap.

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About lisasretro

I'm a 41 year old teacher, single and have one adult son. I'm currently finding a new me and new style of living while learning to manage chronic illness. In short, my mind is over active and my body can't keep up. I love art, retro and vintage stuff, eclectic fashion and travelling anywhere and everywhere. I often also get all caught up in social justice issues, my fave being marriage equality, until it happens here in Aus. Bucket list enabled, hold on tight.

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  1. That sounds like a day in my life. LoL! Getting to work on time is SUCH a struggle with chronic pain. I reached a point when it was becoming impossible and I was texting my boss often, to let him know that I couldn’t move and would have to wait for my morning pain flare to ease up before coming to work. Eventually I started getting up an hour earlier, so the meds had more time to start working. That has helped some, but it’s still a daily battle. So far, no accidental slippers for me, but I can’t guarantee it won’t ever happen. 😉

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  2. Hello, this is so funny. Thanks for visiting my blog and liking my post. You’ve got yourself another follower. I have daily migraines and so I can sympathise with your chronic illness. it sucks doesn’t it? But, you seem to be able to look on the bright side of life and that makes for a massive difference. I’ll be back to read some more. Thanks for finding my blog.

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  3. I am so sorry you had such a bad start to your day. I am also so sorry for the laugh you gave me since I have done that enough times before chronic pain, RSD/CRPS, with it’s comorbid diagnosis, that I started keeping a spare outfit shoes, socks and all in my trunk with morning necessities for such days. I’m also glad you don’t have Miss. Trunchbull like principal. It is good so nice to have understanding, or as close as possible to understanding chronic pain, at your work and in positions above our job level. I hope she did remember you difficulties and was lenient about the time.

    I’m just wondering what you did for shoes that day? It is a shame it wasn’t a School Spirit week that had a “crazy shoe day” or something like that.

    I hope the day got better and you have better mornings from then on out for being completely ready and traffic works with you in the future. I also hope you have a similar system of keeping such things in your car or classroom for such difficult mornings.

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