Adulting: Summer Edition

It’s my first summer in roughly a decade without a lax girl to chase. Weekends aren’t spent traipsing from city to city, field to field. No equipment checks, no snack stashes, no double checking hotel confirmations and complex addresses. It’s a strange feeling.

What did I do instead? Something new: I taught summer school. I’ll touch on those highlights in other posts. But I also did something I always do as a teacher in summer: I take care of as many doctor’s appointments as I can.

I have a hard time taking days off during the school year for many reasons. Mostly, I just don’t love missing work when I am supposed to be there.

This year’s parade of summer appointments was just no fun. A regular dental checkup landed me back in the dentist’s chair one short week later. I thought I had to get a cavity filled, but when I sat down it had somehow magically multiplied into TWO cavities. One on the top right and one on the bottom left. It’s been many years since I had to do anything at the dentist beyond a checkup. My crooked smirk for the next few hours captured my displeasure.

Then a spot on my skin needed a peek. I noticed it months ago but didn’t have opportunity to check it. Even though the doctor couldn’t see it when I pointed it out, when she used the magnifying glass it gave her pause. She sent it off just to be sure, and lo and behold it came back as cancer. A surgery to be scheduled. On and on.

Finally, a physical. With the special added fun of finding a new doctor. This was a bad experience with follow ups galore. I just don’t even want to describe it. I’ll also skip the car maintenance process and price tags. Who wants to read about that? I’d rather be staying up late with a flashlight, reading under the covers.

I’ll just remind all our readers that taking time for these regular checkups is self-care, too. Sure, I’d rather be immersed in a spa day. Maybe this is self-care in its least appealing form, but this also may be the closest to self-care’s true intent.

Adulting is not all fun and excitement. In fact, it’s often a pain in the butt. (I didn’t even mention the co-pays.) At times, adulting is a full time job. For many teachers, summer is the time to take care of all these nasty, boring errands. I save up my sick time and personal days for things that really matter. If only I could also save all my money…

In the mean time, meh on adulting. Just in case you think much of our lives is travel and excitement! We are taking care of all the mundane stuff, too. Including ourselves.

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