Math = Love: July 2020

Friday, July 24, 2020

Life Lately...

Hi there, strangers. It feels like it's been FOREVER. Life has been a bit on the crazy side, and it seems like blogging is the first thing to go when life loses a sense of normalcy. And, we all know that life hasn't been normal for quite some time now. 


So, other than the fact that we're in the midst of a worldwide pandemic, what's been making life so crazy? It's a long story, and it all starts with cake. I present to you the world's most expensive birthday cake.




When my husband requested sponge cake with jam and whipped cream for his birthday, I was happy to oblige. I love baking, and I was excited to try a new recipe. Instead of turning into the highlight of the day, the cake led to the worst birthday ever after I managed to break my finger after getting it a bit too close to the beaters on the hand mixer. Nothing quite says happy birthday like having to finish assembling and decorating your own birthday cake because your wife has broken her finger... 


It was the type of accident that shouldn't have been a big deal. I felt so silly. How does a person break a bone making a birthday cake? A trip to urgent care the next day showed that my finger wasn't just broken. The bone was shattered. A visit to the orthopedic surgeon revealed that I had not only a broken finger requiring surgery but also an enchondroma, a (most likely) benign bone tumor. The bone tumor had been eating away at my bone and had weakened it so much that the incident with the beaters that should probably have just left me with a bad bruise had left me with a shattered finger. The nurse practitioner told me during my follow-up that my bone had turned to jelly where the tumor was. Gross... 


And, that's the story of how I ended up getting to experience not only my first broken bone but also my first surgery and first experience with anesthesia. Surgery went well, but the recovery was rougher than I expected with some weird side effects that lingered a few more days than I expected. I had to have a pin placed in my finger to stabilize all the tiny bone fragments. This wasn't too bad in and of itself. What was really inconvenient was being told by my doctor that I wasn't allowed to spend any time outside for the next month. Under no circumstances could I do anything where there was the risk of getting sweaty. This is not the thing you want to hear in June in Oklahoma. 


I owe a great amount of thanks to my super amazing husband who stepped up and did all the diaper changes, all the bath times, and all the toddler outfit changes for an entire month while I was pretty useless with my arm in a cast. Three splints, one surgery, and two casts later, life is now starting to return to normal. I'm currently in hand therapy twice a week. I kinda underestimated just how hard it would be to move my finger following surgery and a month of not moving inside of a cast. 

It's been interesting to see the various ways that math pops up in physical therapy. For example, at my first therapy appointment, they measured the amount of movement in my ring finger at 30 degrees. A week later, I had improved that number to 80 degrees. I'm always telling my students how much math is in the real world, but I sometimes forget what that actually looks like myself since the math I encounter on a daily basis is much more of a traditional textbook nature. 

Now that school is starting back soon, you can plan on seeing me around much more on this blog and twitter. In my district, teachers return August 6th and students on August 12th. Here's to starting the craziest year yet of my teaching career. Hopefully it won't involve any more broken bones...