“I had rather be on my farm than be emperor of the world.” ~George Washington
I have not had a moment to breathe. My Google Reader has over 50 posts from bloggers for me to read, work is stacked high, no nannies Thursday through Sunday, …
- Some puke named “Mike” decides to read one post on my blog and not only calls me “ignorant” but tells me to look up the word! I did. “Uninformed or uneducated, lacking knowledge or information,” yep, that’s me. What color is that kettle , Mike?
- There is a new reader of this blog, Jo (Monkey’s Mom) (her moniker, not mine) whose son is a stroke survivor. Have not had a chance to look closely at her blog yet …
- I saw Racheli during my trip, she is the (now) seven year old who had a stroke last year. She is as beautiful as ever (of course) and doing well. But I still think some deity has a real sucky streak. You just don’t stroke little kids, nuh-uh.
- Pearlsky comes home yesterday from school in obvious discomfort. I spend about two hours trying to figure it out. Tried everything I have learned, Advil, palpating here and there, etc. Nothing. Finally, I was going for the “where is the diaper pin sticking her” theory (no, we don’t use those). As I was lifting her to her table to see, I noticed something on her wheelchair seat. It was some lead filled glove or something, I guess joggers or thugs use them. That was the problem. This morning I ask her aide on the bus if she knew what it was and told her where I found it. She laughed. Loud. “I was looking all over for that,” she said. “Pearlsky was very uncomfortable for hours, why are you laughing?” “Oh, it wasn’t hours.” I said that it was at least two hours after she got home, so yes, “hours.” Still very much laughing, she thought it was funny. Schadenfreude? Or just Mike’s sister?
- Sitting at work, minding my own business, this email comes in:
I just wanted to let you know that Pearlsky got some scratches on her nose. The PT brought these great gloves in for her to wear – we were really excited about them because they fit her perfectly. Unfortunately the bit of velcro on them which made them the perfect fit scratched her nose. As she tried to bite her hands the velcro scratched her nose. I apologize. We took them off immediately.
No shit? Immediately? Her nose looks like she got hit with that thing she was sitting on yesterday. I count four scratches that bled. And she has had will again have a cute little nose.
- A very smart and wonderful young lady who knows Pearlsky, and who happens to be studying for her Master’s in Speech and Language Pathology at a major university nearby, just sent me this in an email:
I wanted to tell you that I went to school today to meet with a Dr. about Pearlsky and a thesis. I wanted to ask you first before I meet again with them in January how you felt about me working with her for my thesis on communication?
Umm, let me think about this. “Yes,” or better yet “hell yes.” How about “Sweetheart, you figure this one out and I’ll buy you a house”? You know, she is talented enough that something may just come of it.
Now I have a few days to catch up on blog reading and commenting, to go back to my IEP research, to relax and enjoy some time with Pearlsky. While many of you are opening presents that were under the tree, drinking wonderful homemade egg nog (or my favorite, A Slippery Slide Through A Muddy Chicken Coop (Cinda?)), enjoying family and festivities, think of us having Chinese food and going to a movie, as my people are want to do …
Chinese food and a movie – sounds good, can I come too? 🙂
Hope you and Pearlsky have a relaxing holiday time.
My family was just discussing the plan this morning. Thinking about Avatar and popcorn.
Do you ever wish you could be what Mike called you, ignorant? Probably not, but sometimes I wish I didn’t know a lot of the words I have come to know in the past few years, or to be so familiar with the range of words, phrases and sentiments that can hurt people.
New entertainment for me this holiday season – reading blogs. Yours is in the top of the list!
Aaak! Hate it when ‘my people’ are the cause of nose scratches and a uncomfortable position – who says she can’t communicate? Someone was not listening AND appears related to Mike.
Movies will undoubtedly be part of our time of relaxing, too. Do share what you watch.
Movies and Chinese food – you just described our Christmas Eve! Sounds like a good plan to me.
Don’t let individuals like Mike get you down. Anyone who has to hurl baseless insults over the internet isn’t worth your time.
Sorry to hear about Pearlsky and the glove – to – nose injury. I too am sitting here trying to figure out how she managed to scratch herself enough to make herself bleed four times if the therapist truly removed them immediately. It sounds like either your daughter is the next Houdini, or the therapist wasn’t exactly honest with you. At any rate, I hope her nose is restored to its original cuteness soon.
We’ve been dying to see Avatar, but unless there are some baby earplugs that we can get for the Bean, it ain’t gonna happen. However, if we go on Christmas day, and the theater is nearly empty, maybe we could ask them to turn the volume down a little 🙂
I’m with beruriah on the ignorance thing, and I wish my vocabulary hadn’t expanded so much this year.
Have a peaceful and joyous holiday season! And be gentle with the squirrels 🙂
Emma: My blog friends are always welcome along!
Beruriah: Interesting question. Yes, in many ways I wish I was ignorant. Why is it that some people let everything roll off their back, go to sleep without a care every night, and others, well, can’t? They say “ignorance is bliss,” I am not sure who “they” are, but I agree that it can be.
Barbara: Not sure what we will watch, but you can be sure it will brainless and fun!
Jo: I am just praying that she does not have permanent scars, it looks like she may. Ugggh.
Erika: Wishing you and yours a wonderful, snot-less holiday!
What? Bad enough she may scar? I didn’t read carefully enough the first time. Poor girl. Ouch. That really is upsetting. I’m sorry.