The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
It’s Saturday night, and I just got home from a long day at our local pediatric hospital, where The Teen has been hospitalized since about midnight last Sunday night with a particularly vicious Sickle Cell crisis. It’s been a long week, personally and professionally.
I didn’t much care about clothes this week, although with the help of the wonderfully supportive Absent-Minded Professor, we have traded hospital shifts and been able to get some work done at both our jobs. After a year of style-blogging, I think I managed not to look like the Walking Dead at work, with the help of bright scarves, easy accessories, and my new obsession, cropped ankle pants. I even tried to put on lipstick.
It was really important to me to celebrate Colorado paralegal Robin’s upcoming wedding. She’s one of my friends and fave style bloggers at Frannie Pantz, and invited her reader buddies to participate virtually in her Bachelorette Party. So at almost midnight last night, in the low light of my bedroom, after just getting home from the hospital, I was able to snap one un-blurry photo of my thrown together outfit for her party. I took a page from my friend Ally’s book, and brought out the vintage green sequined tank I wondered why I bought and if it would ever see the light of day. Hell, just wear the damn thing and have fun, right?
If you don’t see me for a while, I’m working through a phase, not the easiest phase of my life. I’ve had so many people call me “Super Paralegal” and the “Paralegal’s Paralegal” – but have honestly felt like a fraud for much of this year. I want to discuss in a future post what many long time paralegals generally feel during parts of their careers: burnout. Of course, there are high years in a career – and low ones. I’ve always gotten through the low ones, and can tell you exactly what years they were and what caused them. I know what’s caused this one, and am struggling to turn it around.
Oh, and on the personal side, there are so many people who tell me they admire the grace and how I handle being a mom of a child with a serious chronic illness. Well, I could tell you some stories from every long hospitalization we’ve had where I’ve felt like the worst mom on the planet. And I can say with absolute utter conviction that The Absent-Minded Professor is a better mom than me. From a logical standpoint, I can acknowledge that extreme anxiety and utter exhaustion will fell the strongest of people like a tall tree in a hurricane. I worry so much for The Teen who has to live with this incurable and exquisitely painful disease, about her future, her happiness, her care.
So, that’s where I am right now. Struggling a bit personally and professionally, but still kind of gleeful about my vintage sequined top, so there’s hope for a light at the end of the tunnel yet.
If you’re a blogger/reader buddy, and want to friend me on Facebook, I keep The Teen updates there. We’re in the only room in the hospital with an erratic WiFi signal, so updates are only once a day.