Is the week over yet?

On Tuesday morning, my principal walked in for an observation. Nothing like starting the day with a huge amount of pressure. She emailed me later in the day to set up a time to go over it and told me not to worry, she'd enjoyed being in my class, and I did great. Whew.

Then the date. Don't know where to start. It was awful. But now I've got a story. And I don't think I was really an adult until I had a blind date from hell story to share. Needless to say, it won't be happening. The highlight of my night last night was the text I got from Mr. Playground Man before I went out saying if I needed him, he was only a text away (on his own blind date... funny). And then the text I got from him later after I was home asking me how it was going. Ended up going up to the pub to hang with him, Mr. PE, blind date girl, and Jeep Driver. Jeep Driver is a few years older but knew my date from high school and had sympathy for me. And Mr. Playground Man also told me he'd known the guy wasn't going to be my type. Oh well.

Then today... Got into a bit of an angry exchanging of words with Mrs. Photocopier Overuser. Okay. Not really an exchange. More me just telling her she was rude when I really just wanted to put my fist in her smug pretentious face. But whatevs. I stuck up for my girl, MGD64 who does a poop ton of extra work for us and wasn't being respected.

All to follow it up with the appointment with Dr. Ken Doll who told me when he saw that I was coming in, wanted to beat his head against a wall. Not lying. Those were his exact words to me. So glad I'm such a welcome sight. But only because he's upset with my TDC and his inability to solve the problem. He took one look at me and said he was sending me somewhere else. He's referring me to another doctor. And guess who has to have surgery all over again. This girl with the gaping hole in the neck and the somewhat superhuman power to regrow thyroglossal duct cysts. That's right. It's officially back. And I am still paying for the second surgery less than four months later. I cried. After I left the office. I want to wait until school is out. He doesn't reccomend that due to the possibility of infection. Sigh.

My mother wants me to go back to the St. L and see a doctor there. It's not going to be easy. I'm content to just go to Columbia. I need to convince her there are just as good of doctors there. And I've got people there to take care of me. We'll see. My fabulous friend Artie has connections and has talked to people about the doc I'm being referred to. Come to hear, he's pretty good. Hopefully that will be enough to convince my mom that I don't need to be in St. Louis to get a good doctor.

Either way, I'm not excited at all. AT ALL. In fact, I'm pretty ticked off about it but I'm cried out and crying doesn't help anyway. I've got to get over it, be strong, and just power through it all. Surgery's not the big deal. The bills and the time away from work is what sucks. I miss my kids when I'm gone. I want to be there with them. And I'll have to be taking off two jobs now. Walgreens is going to hate me. I guess I'll start talking to them about it tomorrow... let them know I'll have to have some time off coming up here in the future.

And in the meantime, I still really want a nook Color. Each passing day, I want one more and more. I can't wait to get to Columbia and go to Barnsey and play with one on Sunday...