Thursday, February 02, 2006

POSTAL!!

WARNING- I am in a BAD MOOD and this post may be hazardous to your health. Read with caution!!

I am on my last friggin nerve! I tell you, I don't usually want to explode but today is the day. I feel it coming.........................................

Today is THE DAY, Thursday. The day I change hormone patches. The day my family hates because all drugs have expired out of my body and the devil comes out. Not that this new kind is even really working but its much better than nothing. I really need to have the dosage increased but he gave me 2 months free samples so I am trying to use them up first. Hey, I don't have a prescription plan (or much of one) so I have to save when I can.

Anyhow, Thursdays are rough for me anyhow and I wasn't in the best of moods to begin with this morning when I got to work, was 8 minutes late and walked in the door to a poopy diaper that smelled like something had crawled up into that little butt and died, I tell you. Something that small (she is 8 years old, but she is the size of a one year old) should not emit odors that bad.

There was cereal all over the floor from Hurricane NINI, J's breath about knocked me down, C was making sounds at the top of her lungs- and as soon as I walked in the door, my paras ran out to smoke. Not a problem, nothing new. But today was not the day...

So, everything is going as well as it can given the circumstances. But then it dawns on me. It's THERAPY day. Now, let me give you an idea of how small my classroom is. I am in a HALF of a portable building which part of it has been taken in to add a toilet, sink and changing table and another part to make a closet/storage area. So with the room I have left, we have a water bed, a makeshift bed, two desks, two computer desks, a kidney shaped table, a ballpit (swimming pool with 500 plastic balls in it), three walkers, two standers, 5 wheelchairs, a microwave, a refrigerator,a column bubble machine, 2 cubby hole shelves, a 27" TV/VCR/DVD, 5 manager's chairs and a book case. Not to mention three full time adults, 5 full time children and one on loan (her teacher is out, we used to have her, long story).

So on therapy days, we have the 2 Occupational Therapists, Adapted PE Teacher, and the Assitive technology/Speech Therapist all come in here and work 20-30 min with each child. Every piece of adaptive equipment that is on the market, I think I have in my room. They all take it out, work with it and leave it where they get through with it.

C keeps crying for music, so we have the CD player on, another child is working on sounds so she is banging her drum sticks on the table and on a pot to hear the difference, another child is running around destroying everything in her path like the tazmanian devil, the adults are all talking and laughing and cutting up and I am trying to get some paperwork done that was due yesterday. I about lost it.

I go off, nicely I might add, and tell them there is too much disruption and distraction that I can't think and to quieten down, turn off the music (which makes the music child enraged and she starts making louder noise with her mouth) and speak a little lower AND along comes the child from second grade that i have to catheterize each day. By the time I get finished with her, I come back to my computer and the software program I was using had timed out, I lost all my stuff and I had to start over.

Then to come to find out, the information I was doing was on the wrong kid so now I have to do it a third time. Stop laughing, its really not funny.

I have class tonight and had 2 chapters for homework and I haven't even bought the book yet so I am praying we don't have a quiz.
Survivor starts tonight but since I have a Thur night class for the next 4 months, I guess I won't even start recording it.

So, hopefully this day will get better. On second thought, I think I will go call the gyn office and see about increasing those hormones. If I'm on my own nerves, I can only imagine what everyone else may be thinking. I really am to young for this crap! My body hates me I tell you!
posted by Staci @ 11:06 AM |

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