Today I kept checking the patient online test results and when they were posted, could make no sense of them. What the heck are we supposed to do with numbers with greater and lesser than symbols and then flagged or not flagged after them. Flagged seems like okay, now I have a defined problem area. Hmm. Maybe I’ll skip the egg today. Maybe I’ll eat all veggies today until I know what they mean,. I’ll become a vegetarian, not, I’ll eat only oily fish and brown rice. Shit, buddy, what’s gma supposed to do to stay healthy here? You tell me that your tummy hurts. I ask you to try to poop and maybe you’ll feel better. You try, and you do. (after a doo-doo) ha. Well, I need that kind of simplicity. Tell me what to do. With this patient friendly online test posting, I have too much responsibility. I can’t remember what is good cholesterol and what is bad, why I have a high white cell count or what these others are. And my doctor is on vacation. Just give me back my medical dependence on her expertise. I can’t handle it. Right, muffin. We hate this crap.
Okay for me now the chute is clear and I can think about your day. You started school and your teachers, Robin and Carl are friends already. Robin was your teacher last year and Carl when you were one at Cabrillo. Nice for mommy and daddy and nice for you. You go two days a week and Liza stays with me. She stays with me because mommy wants to take classes at Cabrillo College. Go, mommy.
Mommy and Daddy spent a day at the college this Tuesday. All set, she said to me. I go at 8:30 and end at 2:20. What your ID for webadvisor? I asked. Hmm. No classes in your queue. OOPs you need an application. Why didn’t the counselor notice? 24 hrs and the ID will arrive by email.
Wednesday, mom calls, all okay. Classes still available, Art and English. 8:30 am and 11:15. No space in those says Webadvisor when I ck late at night. Are you sure. There is no class meeting at that time, I state with the screen blue and jumpy in front of me. Well, maybe its close to that time, mommy guesses. UGH. You have to arrive on time and stay the entire time. And the time is in the schedule. Tomorrow, okay (today). Sure.
I take Liza and you to school, Liza and I play, then mommy’s home. Daddy drove to pick her up before noon. WHY? I scream? Hardly any classes. So stay and sit there until you get some classes. UGH. F…SH…. ugh. Daddy helped mommy not succeed before starting. Pick her up when you your son at 3. That was the idea. Sit and try several sections, since you planned so late to go to school!
My BOG application is here I didn’t turn it in. My reading class space is gone. No English either or Art. I’ll go next Tuesday after Labor Day. No we’ll go tomorrow. Call the department and ask for available classes on Tues and Thurs. I have a doctor appointment for Liza and for me next Tuesday. What? On Tuesday? Yes, I’ll tell my instructor. NO you won’t! You will have missed three class meetings! What class anyway? Re-schedule the doctor or don’t enroll in school! Never miss a class. That’s got to be the plan. Or just fricken don’t go. Really. Sorry buddy for you to overhear all this in my blog, but I am frustrated.
Its so complicated for someone to go to school who hasn’t done it before. There’s so much to think about. I am not helpful when mad at mommy. Mommy is frustrated too. Tomorrow we’ll see. Maybe school, maybe not. Mommy will decide. I’m glad we got you in your school. Happy first day, you seemed to be having fun. Maybe my white cells have arrived and are fighting life, this crazy stuff that your mommy and daddy create, maybe that’s it. No, that can’t be it, maybe the cells are working on a secret project and its working! heck I don’t know anything today! gma
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Sigh. At least you don’t have to wipe any adult butts. Sorry but I can feel the frustration through the pipes of the internet 🙂 Hey, maybe if we combine your high white blood cell blood with my low white blood cell blood we could balance out. We’d be blood sisters. School this semester or next, remember to everything there is a season…easy for me to say. Love you, Caroline