Retired English Teacher, that is me, has gone and accepted a job again. I am working full-time, until the end of the school year, as a reading interventionist at an elementary school that is seven minutes from I home. This should be a piece of cake. Right? Wrong! Working has sent me into stress city. I stayed home from work today for multiple symptoms of illness, including, but not limited to sinus and ear problems. The doc at the emergi care place at first was all set on sending me to the emergency room for an evaluation of my heart. Yada, yada, yada. Been there, done that, not going back. I insisted that I most likely was not having a heart attack; I just felt like I was, and by my symptoms, I made them think I just might be also.
After the doc checked me out, she concluded that my primary symptom was stress. She advised that I call work and resign as of today. I am sure she has a very valid suggestion. Just thinking about returning to this job stresses me out. Then, I also think about quitting. This stresses me out. The jury is still out. My husband thinks if I want to quit, I should. Then he reminds me of the salary I am earning. My daughter, Amy, the one who seems to always have the best advice for me says, "You need to exercise to deal with your stress." Of course she is right.
Most likely, I will have a long talk with my principal tomorrow, and then, I will take it day by day. I also hope to blog(is that a verb?) to alleviate stress. Hey, my fingers are getting some exercise, and so is my brain!