Sahara and the Terrible, Awful, No Good Day

March 21, 2007 at 12:25 pm (Uncategorized)

7:15 a.m.:  6th grade drama queen’s conference:  She has 13 weeks to pull herself together and show she can turn in her work. If not, she may find her self being a 6th grader again next year

9 a.m.  Jodie calls from her visit home to Louisiana. She’s been in pain for awhile with an “owie” that wasn’t healing right. It’s now “getting sort of big” and in fact, she couldn’t sleep last night because of it. I said…go to the doc. This is your vacation, they’ll fix it.

 10:30 a.m. It’s an owie all right, it’s probably a staph infection. With her out of control diabetes this is a Very Serious Thing. They’re sending her to a specialist, who will make the final decision, but she’s looking at getting admitted and surgery.

 11:00 a.m. Take a break, go to my car, call a friend and try to calm down. Very anxious about being 2300 miles from partner in medical emergency. Have good cry on friend’s shoulder.

11:09 a.m. Lock the only key I own to my car…in the car.

11:10 a.m. Swear profusely in parking lot at work.

12:15 p.m. Friend uses AAA to get my car unlocked….we get caught that it isn’t her car…endure 10 minute lecture from tow truck dispatcher on phone how AAA is not for your friends, they’ll do it this once, but don’t do it again.

 12:15-1:15 p.m. Go home for lunch. Cry because I’m frustrated, again. Cast on for Vestee in stashed Cotton Ease. Get through four repeats and feel much better about the prognosis for this baby Sasha sweater.

1:15-3:00 p.m. Back to work. 29.7 phone calls with Jodie/Jodie’s sis. They are fussing about admitting her..she has no insurance!! Me:  WTF? What happened to that efing oath thing? Wonder if my head really COULD pop off…..

3:15 p.m. Call from J’s sis, she’s been admitted. Starting workup for surgery. Begin discussion of “what if” she can’t fly back as planned on Saturday…curse at realization we purchased no travel insurance and wonder if beating my head on the cement would feel as good as it sounds.

3:35-4:05 p.m. 5 th grade drama queen’s conference:  He is dangling in the same direction as his sister, PLUS exhibiting some smart mouth behavior that is going to get him into trouble. He has this week to pull himelf together, or he is going to have A Very Boring Spring Break next week.

4:10 p.m. Talk with J’s sister and find out J went into surgery at 4 p.m.

4:15 p.m. ONLY EFFING BRIGHT SPOT OF THE DAY…..MY PRIZE YARN FROM KNITNZU IS IN THE MAIL! 

4:15-4:20 p.m. Fondle yarn, tell it how much it means to you that it came right when I needed it….and decide it would be lovely in RPM.

4:20-5:50 p.m. Start laundry, deal with Drama Queens, fall in bed for a 20 minute nap. Have call with J’s sis. They removed a cyst/abscess the size of a golf ball. She’ll be in hospital two days minimum. Waiting for test results to see if it is Staph and what kind. Make calls to people waiting to hear the news.

6:15-8:30 p.m. 6th Grade drama queen violin concert at school. She plays for 10 minutes. Then 4300 other school bands play until my butt is cement from sitting on wooden bleacher and we leave “early” at 8:30, after I’ve successfully knit the requisite 6.5 inches of Vestee’s back.

 I cancelled the dance student. I was so tweaked out by the whole day, I knew I would not have what it took to be effective in coaching her. 

Today has GOT to be better, aye??

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4 Comments

  1. Amy said,

    Yes. It has to be better.

    FWIW, my oldest (13) is looking to be a complete loss at academia. He’s identified as gifted, put in the advanced placement classes, gets great grades on his assignments–when he does them and turns them in. We and the school are all at a loss for what to do with a kid who really just doesn’t care. It scares me to pieces.

  2. Norma said,

    OM.MY.GOD. Lisa.

    To call that the terrible, awful, no-good day is like saying an atomic bomb is kinda bad.

    Truly a WTF Wednesday post. Sending best thoughts your way, on all fronts.

    I think I have to go have a lunchtime cocktail after just reading this — not living it like you did!

  3. Chris said,

    *hug*

    Ye gads. I really hope today was A LOT better. It had to be…

  4. lisa said,

    Glad you got the Claudia! Hope it made your day better than the one above! Look forward to seeing pics of it knit up.

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