Have you ever had one of those weeks, where you think, "Man, I think I will just stay under the covers and not come out until it is over?" Yeah, me too. It was one of those weeks. I think the problem is that I have so many balls in the air, that I am bound to have a few land on my head.
My business is doing well, but the New Yorker (my business partner) is in New York visiting family. So the past few weeks I have been left with the delightful task of sending out and paying bills, talking to the tax accountant, building an Ikea Book Shelf (not as bad as B's schrankenstein, and the German did the work!), meeting with the graphic artist about the brochure, and . . . and . . . and . . . oh yeah and teaching 20 hours of English lessons a week.
University is about to start back up and that headache is coming back. My students send me Emails demanding appointments and wanting to sign up for oral presentations. Of coarse it must all happen RIGHT NOW. I remember what is like to be a student so I try to be patient. However, the University pays me 100 Euro a month. Yes, you read that right. If Germans wonder what is happening to their Universities, then they should take a look at those numbers and then it is not so shocking why people like me are fleeing. So I had my first office hours and had my first (male) student challenge me on the validity of my syllabus. This happens all the time as I am 1) young, 2) a woman and 3) an American. Why am I doing this again? . . . Right, so I don't waste that PhD that I got.
The German and I also did more house hunting and went to look at land. The good news - there is plenty of land, and we may be able to get a lot by the beginning of September. We are trying another bank on Monday. Let's see what they say about my income. I will not be telling them about the 100 Euro from the University.
So, the stress of all this has thrown my back into a tizzy. I have a sharp knot between my shoulders and when I lay down to go to sleep it gets enraged and I almost cry myself to sleep. I could go to the gym, but I usually opt to go home and sleep.
The German's vacation has been also thrown for a loop. Oma is not doing well.
Oma was diagnosed with colon cancer two years ago. She had surgery and they took it out, but did not follow it up with radiation or chemo. The cancer came back two weeks ago. Since then she has been in the hospital and the doctors are trying to figure out what to do. She finally had her surgery yesterday and they could not take it out. The cancer has wrapped itself around an artery. Because she is diabetic, they doctors are not optimistic about what chemo would do to her body. My mother-in-law called this morning to say that the doctors don't think they can do anything for her.
So, Opa is not talking to anyone and Oma doesn't want to see anyone. My father-in-law has disappeared into the garage and the poor German has no clue what to do.
Cancer sucks. My own grandmother (Phyllis Smith) passed away three years ago from cancer. My father had surgery in January to remove some cancer. And the poor German . . .
His uncle on his mother's side, his Godfather, Siegfried, has been battling cancer for several years. It has spread to his lungs and his brain. They put him into the hospital to make him "comfortable" this week.
Yeah, it has been one of those weeks.
BUT I TOTALLY forgot to mention that a crappy week is even worse when you have no heat. The German brought this to my attention after reading my post and making his usual sweet comment (I'm tellin' ya, I married me a good man). Spring is popping up all over the blogosphere, but it has some how it has missed C-burg. This week is actually froze several nights. And for three days we had no heat and no hot water. My landlord decided to install a new heating system. The appointment was in the calendar for weeks. Naturally, mother nature had to pull a "Don't forget me!" and remind us that she controls the temperature.