Hello, my name is jennifer and I am a Gastric Bypass Patient.

From the start, I have been very open about my surgery.  I would tell people, "I am going to have Gastric Bypass."  Now I say, "I am a Gastric Bypass patient."  Reactions are always mixed.  Some people are immediately open.  Others are immediately judgmental and negative.  In either case, my response is always the same.  I give them a laundry list of things that have improved in my life.

Things that are different since my Gastric Bypass

1. I don't have Diabetes

               2. I don't have  High Blood Pressure

3.  I don't have  Sleep Apnea

               4.  I don't have Iron Deficiency

5.  I don't have knee pain.

               6.  I don't have Plantar Fasciitis anymore.

7.  I don't have PCOS symptoms.

              8.  I can keep up with  my daughter.

9. I have energy to exercise at the end of the workday.

             10.  Shopping for clothes is actually fun and EASY now. 

11.  I can shop pretty  much anywhere I want.

              12.  My sex life.  :)

13.  Men hit on me all the time.  (Hello self-esteem boost.)

              14.  I am no longer morbidly obese.  I am only slightly overweight.

15.  My health care costs have plummeted.


Judge me for my surgery if you want, but you have no idea what my quality of life was before I had Gastric Bypass especially if you didn't know me.  The whole purpose of surgery is to save lives and make people healthier.  This surgery has saved my life already by eliminating my risk factors for heart disease and other medical conditions related to obesity.  There is also research to show that Gastric Bypass eliminates Insulin Dependent Diabetes within 24 hours of surgery.

 

The Next Pending Baby Romero

Baby Jess will be coming later this year.

Okay, so this is a teaser for those who are anxiously awaiting the announcement of the next pending Baby Romero.  There isn't another tiny Baby Romero on the way.  And, to be honest, I am sick of all of you asking when he will get here.  There is no requirement to have multiple children.  There is no law against having only one child.

Why, you ask?  Not that I need to justify myself to you, but I'll humor you to get you off my back.  The laundry list of reasons is below.

1.  It's my body.  If I don't want to get pregnant and have another child, I don't have to. The government even tells us so.

2.  My back already hurts.  You think I want a 6 pound martian jumping on my Sciatic nerve making it hurt more?

3.  Money doesn't grow on trees. Seriously.  Do you know how much diapers, baby food, etc. costs?  For the amount that it costs to feed and cloth a baby for a couple months, I can spend a week on vacation somewhere like San Franciso.

4.  I like reading.  And, I don't mean I like reading "Pinkalicious" and "If You Give a Cat a Cupcake."  I like to read real books- which there is already barely enough time for given my job and my daughter.

5.  I dream of being Dr. Romero.  It takes hours and hours of time every week for several years to earn a Doctorate degree (which might actually make that money I need for baby number 2 grow on a tree.)  I don't want to wait until I'm 55 and ready to retire to be Dr. Romero.  That does me no good.

So, is there a chance that Sapphira will ever have a sibling?  Maybe.  Sometime in the future we may consider adopting a child.  However, I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for it if I were you.

Myth: Teachers are evil miscreants...

I am sitting to write this blog because I had this conversation twice in two days this week: once with my husband and once with a colleague.  I have to admit I have had this conversation way more times than that though.  It has come up AT LEAST on a monthly basis over the last couple years.  It's worse in some areas than others, but it's pretty bad wherever you go.

When you turn on the news you here,
   1.  It's impossible to get rid of a tenured teacher.
   2.  Teachers earn too much money, and shouldn't be given benefits.
   3.  They don't pay for their retirement, it's given to them.
   4.  They work from 8-3 and have the whole summer off (in addition to winter and spring breaks)

I am here to tell you otherwise!  Yes, I get a decent pay check.  But, you know what that pay check covers after taxes? It pays my mortgage, my car payment, and my student loans.  My benefits are not better than they were when I worked security for a major corporation.  (Actually, they're worse.  My life insurance is minimal, and I can't even get a PPO.  I have an HMO and getting approval for anything is ridiculous.) In regards to my retirement, it's no different than anybody else's.  It's very similar to a 401K.  It;s just operated by the government.  I pay into a fund.  My employer pays a portion also.  Then it gets invested.

I am not an overpaid evil miscreant who doesn't earn her salary.  I go to work at 7:30 AM every day.  I teach all day long.  I have students in my classroom on my lunch break.  Then I get one hour a day to complete all other teacher tasks: grade every assignment, meet with administrators/parents/other teachers, call parents, fill out paperwork, plan my lessons and make copies, grade papers, order supplies/materials for my classroom, and whatever other task my administrator deems necessary.  Oh, on top of that we have staff meetings AFTER school once a week that run until 4 PM.  I do not usually leave school until after 4 PM.  And, that 4 PM time often consists of taking papers home with me to finish grading.

As far as getting rid of a tenured teacher:  It's not impossible.  Certainly, it's difficult and it takes time.  However it's not impossible.  There are simply steps that have to be followed.  Given a diligent administrator any teacher can be gone within a school year or two depending in the offense.  And, to be honest, I think this is justified.  I spend the first two years of teaching at a school site on probation.  Probation means I can be fired for any reason at all and they don't have to justify it for me.  I don't know any company or other government organization that keeps contracted employees on probation for two years.  (If this were "AT WILL" employment, that would be entirely different."

Here's what it comes down to.  I am not evil or bad or lazy for being a teacher.  I am a hardworking person who puts in way more time than people realize.  There are way too many myths and lies out there about my profession.  Without a doubt, there are bad teachers.  There are bad everything.  But, I am sick of being punished and made to feel like I'm horrible when I work my tale off teaching middle school kids who read like they're 3rd graders.

Confessions of a Wimpy Woman

There are days where I feel like Rosie the Riveter.  I can go to work, take care of my two-year-old daughter, make breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and still have time and energy to write at the end of the day.  I am strong.  At least, I was strong.

I went to the gym a few days ago- Saturday evening actually.  Instead of feeling like Rosie, I felt like something entirely different...

Suddenly, I was that kid who signs up for weight training in the 10th grade because I'm sick of being the scrawny, wimpy kid.  I'm sitting on the equipment getting ready to bench press.  And, all I can think is that it's been 3 months since my car accident; therefore, it's been 3 months since I even looked at this equipment let alone used it.  Anyhow, I'm getting ready to bench press.  Get ready for it.   12 pounds.  That's right.  12 pounds.  I can do 2 sets of 15 at that weight. 

Ok.  I'll admit it.  I've never had much upper body strength.  I was always the girl in PE that could never do a pull up when it came time for the President's Fitness Challenge.  But, 12 pounds is ridiculous.  My 2.5 month old nephew weighs that much.
 
I know all eyes around me are looking at the lame number of pounds I'm lifting, and they're thinking how lame I am.

Ok.  Maybe they aren't really looking at me.  And, even if they did who cares.  At least I'm trying.  There are so many people who don't even bother to try.  Also, it's not even my fault.  I got rear-ended.  I hurt my back.  Let them laugh at my wimpyness behind my injured back.