Beauty in the day: is it wrong for me to say it’s the (slightly) cooler temperatures? I have to give my doggie hot compresses – and he was not happy! But we’ve gotten it worked out now, and his trip to the vet was successful. I didn’t get the glowing report I was hoping for, but it was still positive, nonetheless. I got some things accomplished, and best of all, it was payday today! Oh wait – best of all, I had 60 cents per gallon off on my gas today! Oh wait – best of all, I had a fun text session with a group of fun people from work. Oh wait – best of all, NO WORK TOMORROW, OR FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK. *smiling*
Beauty in the day: little first-grader came to the office and said that his teacher wanted us to check on him because he was very sick. “Well, I’m coughing, and my eyes are hurting. My mom says I need to eat some bananas, and my head is getting hot like it’s going to explode.” Poor kid. I’m not sure how the bananas played into everything, but I took his temperature. 99.3. Very low-grade. Still, I had a “feeling”. I told him he could rest, and that I would call his mother. “No,” he said. “I feel good and so my mom said if I feel good I can stay in class, and I feel good (apparently despite the whole ‘hot head gonna explode thing’), so that means I can go back to my Teacher.” He continued in this vein, and so I sent him back with a note saying that he claimed to feel fine, and that he didn’t have a temperature, but that he should be sent back if he seems to take a downward turn. Then I went off to the lunchroom. When I got back, he was in the clinic, and was fast asleep, his mother on the way. When mom arrived, I told her where to sign him out, and I went to go and awaken him. It wasn’t all that easy – he had fallen into a deep sleep. “Hey sweetie, time to wake up. Mommie’s here. Let’s put your coat on,” and I began to help him with his coat. In his sleep-drunken state he turned to me and said, “I love you Mommie.”
Awwww. I love you too, Mr. 101.3 degrees. Hope you feel better in the morning.
And if that wasn’t enough, I was gifted with a Girl Scout cookie in the lunchroom. The mint kind. I’m just sayin’…