This week I am coming into work at 4am so that I have enough hours by the end of the day Wednesday, that I am not missing any time by taking off to go to New York on Thursday.
Yesterday, I was cruising along through my work when I get a phone call from the school nurse. My first thought after seeing the caller id is "She cannot seriously be getting sick this week". Nope that was not the case. Apparently, she was hit in the eye by the corner of a piece of paper flying across the class room. Nurse thinks it looks minor, but it would be best to get it checked out by the doctor. So much for working any extra hours.
Doctor takes a look under a magnifying glass with a light and doesn't see anything. Wants to make sure, so she put fluorescent dye in her eye and looks with a more specialized magnifying glass in the dark. There it is. An abrasion in the center of the cornea. Antibiotic ointment in the eye (luckily I don't have to do this) and a eye bandage. She also has to go back this afternoon for a follow up to make sure it is healing! Once again, getting up at 3 is becoming necessary just to work an 8 hour day! Grrrrr!
Honestly, I am thanking God that is was just a minor scratch. The outcome could have been a whole lot worse. She was thankful for it because it got her out of cleaning her room and putting away laundry for one more day.
Get home to the boy throwing a tantrum the likes of which have not been seen it quite some time, the roast is not cooked due to crock pot issues, and I am exhausted. Many thanks to my husband for coming home and taking over.
This morning repeats the process of up
WHAT THE MOTHER TRUCKING CRAP! There is no creamer! If you read yesterday, I drink my creamer with a touch of coffee. This morning I am reduced to drinking it black. This is not bound to be a good day.