Well, our Thanksgiving luncheon was enjoyable. Everything seemed to go smoothly and we had a good turnout of parents and grandparents. The children enjoyed the extra food and were excited about our guests. Many went home with their parents afterwards, but most of mine stayed so I let them join the class next door in watching Charlie Brown’s Thanksgiving. Then we had recess, cleaned our room in preparation for the break, and I took them to the library for their rotation class. I came back to my room….and that’s when everything changed.
Grabbed a tissue off my desk and blew my nose, gently, as I’ve done a dozen times this windy week. However, this time my nose started bleeding and wouldn’t stop. The secretary called the nurse and she took my blood pressure. Not good….180/104. Gary was called and took me to the clinic. An hour and a half later I left with my nose packed…again. Hated it last year, still hate it! At least my BP dropped and I was able to get some rest last night. Back to the doctor later today.
This morning as I reflected on the incident I was reminded of how much I love my job, the people I work with, and the small community I call home. It was calming and reassuring to know that our staff cares about me and that our nurse knew exactly what to do. My colleagues instantly took over my afternoon duties. My students were taken care of before I even thought to request assistance. When I got to the clinic the receptionist addressed me by my first name and asked what was wrong. It is such a comfort to live and work with friends and family, not strangers. One of the many perks of living in a small world.