Recovery

I hate Vicodin! It's really nice as long as I'm just lying in bed sleeping or staring at the ceiling. But if I try to do anything else, like reading or watching Battlestar Galactica, it makes me feel disgusting and nauseous. I took my last Vicodin at 8am this morning, and so far the 600 mg ibuprofen pills are doing the job by themselves, as long as I move slowly.

I talked to our worker today. She said the agency is happy to work with us in our new expanded 0-7 age range, and our first homestudy appointment can come the week after next. I told her all about my fertility situation and the current state of uncertainty. My ideal situation would be to get a placement, have one year just bonding with the child and giving them 100% of the attention, then conceive a little brother or sister. But this is just impossible to plan. Neither time to conception nor time to placement can be known for sure. If I get pregnant before we get matched, we would probably have to postpone adoption for a year, and she says the agency would be fine with doing that.

My mother subbed for my ESL class last night; because of horrific traffic only one student showed up. I'd assigned a homework essay called "Letter to Your Congressperson". The students had to write a letter with three parts: personal introduction and why the issue matters to them, the problem, and then the suggested solution. I'd expected students to write about some of the big-picture issues we've been touching on all year, like immigration and the war in Iraq. But the student who turned his letter in for correction actually wrote to request that Russian-language programming be added to the cable package at his subsidized apartment complex. Now that's a local issue! She said the letter was quite logical and persuasive.