Hugs to you, Shir. You've been on my mind a lot of late.

At my school, the only exceptions to the no drugs rule were inhalers and epipens. The times that I got really frustrated was when something was hurting and I needed an ice pack or needed to lie down or something, and I knew that I needed it, and the nurse, who knew my medical history, would have agreed that I needed it, but the teacher who had to give me the hall pass to go to the nurse said that I looked fine and didn't need it.

Once, when a gym teacher told me that I couldn't go to the nurse and I had to change into my gym clothes, when I could barely move my back and absolutely needed to lie down, I just left and went to the nurse anyway. When the gym teacher realized I wasn't there, she called the nurse, who asked me if I had left class without permission, and I said yes. She closed the door for the rest of that conversation, so I don't know what she said to the gym teacher, but I didn't get in trouble.

When I was in HS the teachers would come to me if they had a headache since they knew I carried tylenol on me in case of cramps. Things change.

{{Shir}}

I remember when I had my wisdom teeth yanked the Monday after Christmas break while I was in high school. I didn't go to school that day (general anasthesia will do that for you), but Mom made me go on Tuesday and wouldn't give me anything more than some Tylenol before I left for the day. It wore off by lunchtime and I was in real pain, begging just about everyone for some aspirin or something. Finally, a teacher made me swear not to tell anyone and gave me some which at least got me through the rest of the day.

I knew that I needed it, and the nurse, who knew my medical history, would have agreed that I needed it, but the teacher who had to give me the hall pass to go to the nurse said that I looked fine and didn't need it.

I'm of the school of thought that says, better safe than sorry -- send the kid to the nurse already! But of course there are kids who fake, and also there's the issue that you might have an entire school district with all of one nurse, and... it gets messy. Me, I figure my job is teaching, not diagnosing, so I send the kid.

::sigh::

Why did I check the news?

I think a guy I went to elementary school with was killed today in Gaza. Not sure 100%, but it's the same name and from the same place, and it's one of the "small towns" in here.

Skippity skipping to offer ~ma to brenda and a huge dose of the OH NOES to Erin.

Also, Shir, sweetheart. Why the hell did you check the news? That way lies badness. Lighting a candle that it wasn't your former classmate.

NOW GO TO BED.

{{{Shir}}}

I'm sorry, Shir. The news here is such that one time you check there are truce rumors, the next time new rockets. I can't imagine how stressful it is for you and yours.

~ma for Brenda

Ick, Erin. I must have hair that the lice don't like because I never picked it up during the times when our schools had infestations. Brendon got them, but Bobby was spared. Lousy is considered a bad word to my mother, not curse level, but like 'shut up' level. We weren't allowed to use it.

eta: duh - the ~ma was not for Brendon but my fingers type that pretty often