Aftermath

Oh, reader of mine, I have finished my last Talent Show at my job, and it was a doozy!

Not for my performers, but for me!

At 10am, my slipped discs moved into absolute pain stage. Things just pinged and were accompanied by sharp, deep pain. Of course, the talent show started at 1:15, so I had to hobble to my desk and request assistance from my big kids to take things down to the gym. Then, none of the speakers worked with the adapters and cords that I had available. We ended up starting 15 minutes later than planned as I tried to get my pain-filled body to and from my music room to the gym more than I originally wanted to get some sort of music system happening. I finally rigged a microphone to the bluetooth speaker, but that's a really poor way to run music.

No more!

(I am going to order a bluetooth speaker system for the next music therapist to use. I am not going to pay for this one, but it is imperative that the next person does not have to struggle through the things I've had to do for the last 30 years. I figure that the facility owes me a bit of budget consideration for this type of situation.)

So, we now have four days with students and one professional development day to go before a week away. After that, I have four weeks of termination talk to go through with my clients and the stripping of the materials from the walls to go through before I am done.

I am getting a bit stressed about not having a master plan worked out right now, but I am also in lots of pain and am completely exhausted. Thinking about anything other than making my body work the way I need it to work is just draining. To add to all of this, I am not getting as much sleep as I usually get, so that is stressing me out as well. There are things I want to get done, but I am not doing them. I am just collapsing as soon as I get home. I read books yesterday. I didn't even eat dinner last night. I am in complete overwhelm state, but that's fine.

Six weeks of work left to go.

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