It has been a hectic two weeks. And the next two will be even crazier.
We had the step-kids come to stay, so their Mum and Step-Dad could go overseas for a mate's wedding.
Hubby had leave from his job so he could work as a sound engineer on a massive music festival held in town. He started on Thursday, so I haven't seen him during daylight hours for 4 days now. We have been meeting in the wee hours "hi how was your day?" "hmmph, go back to sleep". Although somehow, he still gets up to make me breakfast! Even working 15 hour days. Such a sweetie! :)
You know I am studying for my tertiary teaching diploma, well the deadline for the first assignment has snuck up on me. I have NOTHING prepared for it. I went and had an emergency meeting with my tutor, and she confused me even more. Bah! I goddamn hope I teach better than that! I sense a last-minute cram coming my way...
So, I'm a student in one class, I teach four classes, and for the next two weeks I will be team-teaching on a fifth class. I don't know how many hours per week I'm working, but all I know is that it doesn't stop once I get home! I got one night off last week, and every other night I was working on lesson plans until 10pm. It's getting tiring. I am living on vitamin B tablets and bad cafeteria sandwiches.
And that fifth class is on a subject that I've never taught before and don't really know much about: mark making (read: experimental drawing). Now, I'm a design tutor, not a fine art tutor. I had to have another emergency meeting with my HoD to discuss how overloaded I'm suddenly getting, and that I had basically NO CLUE what to teach for this class. She has kindly offered to help out with the lesson plan, but it's going to be cutting it close.
On the diabetes front, it's been all over the place. I have had quite a few bad lows mainly due to stress, or doing more exercise (just walking between classes mainly) than expected.
I also had a couple of interesting lows yesterday (Saturday). I went for a 1hr bike ride along the coast, and started off about 16mmol/L, by the half way point, I was sitting at 8 (good), and I mentally told myself that I would need to stop on the way home and drink the juice in my backpack, to save myself from going low. Well, I forgot. I sailed past my intended stop-point. I kept pedalling, but all of a sudden it was like my bike was made of cement. My thighs felt like jelly. The sun was incredibly hot, and I was in a cold sweat. I biked into a shady spot and got off. Sat on a rock, did a test. 3.5 (low) great. I skulled back the juice and decided that I had chosen a very pretty spot to stop. :) The juice was working, but at juice+10 mins I had not risen as fast as I would have liked, especially since I had to bike another 5Km home yet. I scrummaged around for a fruitbar and ate that too, then biked off home. I had to have a nap when I got home. Lucky I set an alarm, because when I woke an hour later I was down to 1.5mmol/L!! Cue: how to eat honey very very quickly.
In IF news, well, I am getting disillusioned. I think I have made a breakthrough in finding that the fertility clinic may have used the wrong CPAC form, or used it incorrectly, to figure out if we are eligible for publicly funded treatment. Trouble is, everyone I've told about it is being very quiet. I don't know where to take the information now. I feel really lost and alone in this fight, and with the effort it takes to keep up with work, keep up with diabetes, the IF stuff is just not getting the time it needs. I try to spend a couple of hours a week writing emails, blogging, or making phone calls, but it's getting just so hard to find the time. And it's especially demoralising when no one responds to emails. :( Wah.