Have you seen that Series of Unfortunate Events movie? The one based on the book. And Jim Carrey stars in the movie? Well I have started to turn in to the Meryl Streep character. Yep, that crazy lady who tells the kids not to stand too close to the fridge for fear it will fall on them. The crazy lady who is worried that the doorknobs will shatter and a piece will get in to their eyes. The crazy lady who serves cold soup because she doesn’t want them to get burned.
Yep that’s me. Crazy lady.
I had a really bad night at school last night. So bad I had to stop at convenience store on the way to grab a Mt. Dew and Sour Patch Kids. Comfort food.
It all started when got to school and my usual parking lot was full. FULL. Last time it was full I turned around and drove home. [Did I mention it takes me about 40 minutes to get to school? And then, of course, another 40 minutes to get home?] I drove around for a little bit hoping people would leave my beloved parking lot. But no. It was full. I seriously thought about driving home, but I knew I couldn’t skip another day of class.
So I bit the bullet and parked in another lot. This lot has meters instead of taking a ticket and paying on your way out. I only had enough change for 1 hour and 50 minutes. That would get me to 8:45. I’d have to worry about what to do when that time came around.
Then I went to class. The whole time I kept thinking about what I was going to do at 8:45. Should I ask somebody for change? All I had was a $20 bill and a $5 bill. Maybe somebody would have change. But then I would have to talk to a complete stranger and beg for change. I wasn’t really to keen on that idea.
Instead I decided I would just go out and move my car to the other lot at 8:45.
But my teacher threw us for a loop. He decided we would spend the second half of the class in the computer lab. Now this class is supposed to be broken in to two parts. The first part in the classroom and the second part in the computer lab. I have no idea why. It’s a statistics class. There really is no need for an computer work. But they have some program called “Mini Tab” or something that is basically a big calculator that figures test statistics and p-values and ANOVAs and all that fun stuff. All the stuff we spend a whole peice of paper figuring by hand. Personally I like figuring it by hand. The computer spitting a number at me isn’t teaching me a damn thing. But that’s really here nor there as far as my crazy lady story goes.
So anway, we all headed down to the computer lab. I figured I could put my stuff down and then run out to move my car. Only when we got to the lab people were in there. Damn. What was I going to do now? I couldn’t leave. What if the people refused to leave and our teacher decided to send us to a different classroom. If I went out to move my car I’d never find them again. So I stayed and waited.
We finished with the computers at 8:45. My magic 8:45 number. But we hadn’t taken our quiz yet. I couldn’t just get up and move my car as he was handing out the quiz. So I stayed and took the quiz.
Through the whole quiz I kept thinking “they are going to tow my car.” Why I thought they would tow my car rather then just give me a ticket I have no idea. This is just the way my crazy anxiety filled brain works. I can’t explain it.
I rushed through the quiz and practically sprinted to my car. My car was still there. And I didn’t even get a ticket. Whew!
Then on the way home my car started to shake side-to-side. What the hell? I didn’t know what was going on. Was my tire about to blow? Was the wheel going to fall off? I tried to take deep breaths and figure out what to do. I was going around 74 [only 4 miles over the speed limit], so if my tire blew I would spin out of control and probably die. Should I pull over? Should I call Lee? As I was contemplating my death the semi in front of my moved out of my way over to the right lane.
And the shaking stopped. I must have been in the semi’s back draft or something. I didn’t feel the van shake again after that.
It’s a miracle I make it through a day without a complete nervous breakdown. Or a heart attack. If I wasn’t one of those weird people who hardly ever takes medicine I’d ask my doctor for some medication for this. But he already prescribed drugs for my asthmas. None of which I take with any consistency. So what’s the point. I guess I’ll just have to learn to live my “special” qualities.
In other news, Skyler is sick. Her jaw is really very swollen. It looks awful. It’s really bad on her left side. We are concerned that it might be mumps. The doctor doesn’t seem to think it’s mumps since she’s already had her MMR shots. But he did take some blood to check for mumps.
In the meantime she does have strep throat. And since this is not the first time she’s had strep [or the second or third time] and because she has enormous tonsils [I swear her tonsils are made for a grown man....a 250 pound man], she has an appointment with my ENT next month.
My ENT has seen her before. I brought her to one of my yearly appointments so he could look at her gigantic man-sized tonsils. At that time he agreed they were rather large. However, he said some people just have large tonsils and as long as she was a good eater and not snoring he didn’t really want to do surgery.
But now that she has strep [again] we may have to remove them. I don’t even want to think about my baby going under the knife. Every one of Caleb’s cleft surgeries about broke my heart. And now my little girl might have to have surgery. But I’m not going to worry about it until I have to. Right now I just hope she doesn’t have mumps and I hope she gets better.