Here’s a stupid policy I don’t understand or agree with: school nurses are not allowed to administer my children Tylenol without a prescription from a doctor and it being in its original container. Um, excuse me? The doctor can tell you that my child can have Tylenol, but I – the parent – can not? That makes no sense to me whatsoever. I was told that I could come to the school and give him the medicine myself, but the nurse wasn’t allowed to give it to him. I also can not send the medicine in to school with my kid and have him take it on his own. If they find Tylenol on him, he gets suspended. What the hell kind of shit is that? What kind of society are we living in where a parent can’t tell the school nurse that it’s okay to give her child a Tylenol? Very, very frustrating.
Archive for February, 2006
No Tylenol For You!
Wednesday, February 8th, 2006Sickie
Monday, February 6th, 2006I’m all about being prolific this morning, I guess! Probably because I’m home and taking the day off. Sweet! The reason I’m home and taking the day off, though, is because Connor has pneumonia. Not so sweet. But! He’s doing really well. Rob took him to the ER on Saturday night and he had a fever of 103.7. Yikes! However, the doctor told him that Connor has a mild case of pneumonia and would probably be feeling better soon. He seemed to be okay on Sunday, but I wanted to keep him home today just in case. I know how tiring pneumonia can be – I’ve had it 3 times myself! When I was in 4th grade, I apparently had it so bad that they honestly thought I might not make it. Pretty scary stuff. Luckily for everyone, though, I survived! Heh.
Face-Off
Monday, February 6th, 2006I don’t know about you guys, but that face transplant chick is scaring me every time I open up a news page! Why is she life-sized on my computer screen making me gasp and jump? Quick! Someone go do something newsworthy so she’ll go away.
Graceful
Monday, February 6th, 2006I’m glad we’re moving this summer – for a whole host of reasons, but the most pressing one for me today is to avoid what seems to be an annual February tradition: falling on my sidewalk steps!! Last February I did this:
Well, I “pulled an Aimee” this morning and fell down so hard I think I broke my tailbone. Or something. I was outside, headed to work – I noticed the sidewalks were icy, so I was walking really slow. I got down the first flight of steps fine… walked a bit of the flat sidewalk fine… then went to step down to the next landing and my feet flew out from underneath me and I landed flat on my ass/tailbone. I immediately screamed out in agony. I seriously howled and cried outside and Rob came running out to help me. I cried for at least 5 minutes straight… I am in SO much pain.
Today, I did this:
Aric left to walk down to the bus stop when I was in my room getting dressed this morning A little later, I walked down to the bus stop to make sure he got off okay and also to give him his lunch money. Well, I get down there and Aric didn’t have his coat on. It was 8:32. The bus comes at 8:35. So, I RAN back to the house to get his coat. On the way up the stairs in our yard, I FELL and scraped my knuckles, my right boot and tore a hole in my jeans. UGH!!!!! A car drove past and I heard them slow down, but they didn’t stop thankfully. I dusted myself off, noticed the damage and got into the house to get his coat. I’m breathing a million breaths a second since I am so freaking out of shape and the run back to my house is entirely uphill. Rob cleaned the house yesterday and I’m tearing the closet apart looking for his coat, to no avail. Finally I think to check in HIS closet and there it was… so I tore out of here and DROVE down to the bus stop and delivered the coat.
Aric felt REALLY bad when he found out I fell and hurt myself. Maybe next time he’ll wear a coat. Or maybe next time I’ll be a litle more graceful. I’ll be having a side of Tylenol and Ibuprofen with my breakfast this morning.
Yeah, it’s definitely time to move. Note to self: buy a house with no sidewalk steps.
Skinny. Who Me?
Friday, February 3rd, 2006So at work today we’re in a meeting and one of the vendors was saying how his wife is on a certain weight loss plan… and how she could never do the online version because she said that she needs to go to a center and be publicly humiliated in front of another human being in order to lose the weight. I HATE THAT SHIT with a passion, but managed to only say, “I totally disagree with that, but whatever.” So then he goes, “Well, you’re what? 100 pounds? You don’t understand.”
HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I quickly set him straight that I have lost 105 pounds and I understand only all too well.
But the whole point of my post was that – Hello!? He totally called me skinny!! And 100 pounds? HUGE exagerration on his part. But, I’ll take it. :-)
*To clarify – the vendor’s wife is the one who said she needs the humiliation. The vendor was not degrading his wife. :-)