Headache on the Brink
I was on the brink of a bad migraine yesterday. I tried everything to fix it before I went to school--heat, traction, Tylenol, and even a hot bath. No luck. It was going to be nasty. I finally called in to take the day off.
I managed to get a chiropractic appointment around noon. My doctor is wonderful and he adjusted me, did some acupressure, and the put some more heat on my neck. By the time I left the office I was 80% better and as the afternoon wore on, my headache/neck pain virtually disappeared.
I felt better enough to go in to school for a parent conference at the end of the day. I felt bad about not being there because the student's mother had contacted me directly to arrange the conference. The student is a lovely girl who just needs a little better organizing and some time management skills. She is in theater arts, a very difficult and time consuming profession. If she wants to succeed in college she will need to learn how to better balance her theater work with her academics. She is very artistic and creative, so I can sympathize with her difficulties as I far too often sacrifice organization to my creative impulses. However, I have, by and large, learned how to get the jobs done I need to do regardless of distractions. It is not easy, but it can be done.
After the conference, I made the "mistake" of going over to the mall by the school and visiting the shoe store where they sell at "buy one get one at half price." I ended up with four pairs of shoes. (Imelda Marcos, look out......)
Back home, it was raining and continued to rain, so even if I had entertained working the Boys, it was not exactly the weather for it.
Later, I had a rehearsal for the duet next week. We have reached the point where we can now work on the nuances of dynamics and presentation instead of worrying about the notes. My director/accompanist has put the English translation of the Latin in the church bulletin for the service, so the congregation will understand the text: "Stabat Mater dolorosa, juxta crucem lacrimosa dum pendebat filius: The sorrowful Mother stood weeping beside the cross where her Son was hanging." The statement is quite dramatic and perfect for the Maundy Thursday service.