A few weeks ago I had a pre-school dream where I lost all of my teeth. One by one. Although psychology says that dream has various meanings, including financial distress, I figured the main reason I had it was I saw that very large proverbial boulder heading down the hill toward me. That boulder is called, the first day of school. Thus, I've been working at Edison quite a bit which has been good, since I get to see other adults, reunite with some team members, stalk Revier and her cooler (which rarely leaves her side) and of course, collaborate with my buddy across the hall, Miss McBride.
The funny of the day today: Miss McBride has a bulletin board up I'm going to copy. So, I printed some outlines of some large fonted words and walked into her room to compare the sizes. She had former students, three boys to be specific, chatting with her. Upon entering and comparing the letters, I exclaimed, "Aw man, yours is bigger." You can imagine where 13 year old boys went with that comment and the giggling began. Although it wasn't meant to go there, it did and I must admit, it was my laugh for the day. But, you may have had to be there to appreciate it fully.
The not so funny part of today: The Little Princess came home from daycare covered in huge red welts which seemed too big to be hives. But, within an hour, they disappeared. Relieved, I figured acute care wouldn't get to see my cute face. Alas, I jumped the gun. We ended up visiting my acute care friends, who now are willing to go out for coffee with me since they've seen me so much this last year, at 8 PM to find out that indeed these were the largest hives the doctor had ever seen. Prednisone will now be her drug of choice for the next three days. Choice. Yeah, right. I guess if you call screaming mightily while mama holds her down and sister shoots the meds in her mouth followed by mama plugging her nose so she can't breath and has to swallow, then yeah, it's her drug of choice.
Really big bummer: Downpour at 10. Water back in basement at 11. Crap. Crap. Crap.
i was on Prednisone for something as a child, and my sister would chant, "Prednisone, Prednisone, take it too much and you'll be all alone." apparently moodiness is a side effect...
ReplyDeleteyou are added to my google reader. hope the basement is dry(ing).
Hey girlfriend. Although I am sorry to not see you in FB, I certainly understand your reasons. Thanks for allowing me to still follow your blog so that I don't miss anything of the Cummins' Factor. Hope Mataya is feeling better soon. Any idea what caused the hives? Hugs to you!! Tonja
ReplyDeleteWell, actually, I find them both funny. (since I'm not the one holding Mataya's nose that is) :O)
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