Today was my first day back at work after a week off to try and heal. Walking to work was painful and it took me 13 minutes to travel what normally takes me 2 and a half. When I got to school, I stopped in to say hello to the principal and he told me to go home because today and tomorrow are festival days and no classes. I had some work to do as coordinator though so I went up to my desk and took care of that.
My co-teacher informed me that I have used up all of my sick days and if I take anymore days off I will not get paid for it. So, I settled in for the day. I went over to the gym and watched the girls do their little dance routines and such. I hobbled back to the office while all the girls came up to me, concerned asking if I was sick, if I was ok, if my back was better. It was really sweet and I tried to answer them with all the courtesy I could muster, but the truth was, I was dying. At some point in the day, I went and laid down in the office on the dirty floor; sitting had lost its comfort for me.
At 4:25 my coteacher came back into the office and asked why I stayed all day. I reminded him that he told me I wouldn't get paid for it. He sighed and said if I stayed home all day, I wouldn't get paid, but if I went home early, it's ok. Whatever. I've been here for over 5 years and I STILL can't understand how anything works. So, tomorrow, I'm supposed to go in 25 minutes late, and sign out 6 minutes later. . . then it's all ok.
Well, at 4:30 I left. at 4:45 I got home. at 5:00 I went to the doctor. Everything I had gained from the week off seemed to have gone out the window. I couldn't stand up, and NOW I can't lay flat on my back without a red hot dagger digging in to my hip, butt and left calf. When I was supposed to put my legs down flat I nearly cried. So, I laid on my side and everything was ok. Then I went into the other room and they had me lay on my stomach, nearly as painful but bearable. The doctor put wedges under each hip and proceeded to massage my lower back. Then he got up on the table and stood on my hips. It was the most relief I've ever felt in my life. . . until he got off my back, then the daggers came back full force. I had to lay there, trying to squeeze gold out of the mattress and bed frame. He injected me with bee venom and applied red hot needles again. Jesus H. Christ. I just can't deal with this pain anymore. I am so frustrated with this whole thing.
When I finished, I hobbled back out to the car and some of my students were outside. They were so concerned that for a second I actually forgot that I was hurt. They told me they were sad that I didn't perform at the festival today (I was supposed to play guitar and sing) but they understand. I got back in the car and called my wife. I was in so much pain that I had to lean over the steering wheel. . but the kindness in my wife's voice as she told me to hurry home and eat and rest was so wonderful. Yoon mi, if you ever read this, I love you and appreciate everything you are doing to help me out right now. 사랑해. 진짜 사랑해!
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