A Proper Catch Up…

Harley, my darling Critter, and his leg bump.
Things are still up in the air…Monday I have to call the surgeons office first thing in the morning (that is if they don’t beat me to the calling). He’s not suppose to eat anything after 10 pm Sunday night, and nothing Monday morning. Just in case they do surgery. Honestly…This scares me a bit more than the thought of surgery had previously.
He had a leg bump a while back, it was removed, but in the office. It was a local anesthetic. They just numbed him up, made a little slit, took the bump out, sewed him back up…& a week later they took the stitches out.
The talk of not eating before hand…There was mention of operating room…This means putting him under to do the surgery. It makes me nervous.

The bump itself…It doesn’t really look much like a bump anymore…It’s a red circle, about the size of a quarter. There are two open spots, where Dr. Tinney tried to get stuff out of it at the first visit. The one looks like a little round-ish hole, looks mostly closed. The second one, the bigger one…It looks like it has whatever is left of the bump. It’s all moist looking, and rather gross. I don’t think it’s leaked out anywhere near as much as it did the night Wasil attended to it. [He was so great about that too…He knew it would gross me out, and I wouldn’t be able to keep it coming out until it stopped, like it needed. He got down on the floor, and kept working on it. I had Harley holding my hand, and squeezing. I tried to hush Harley, not meanly, just trying to be comforting. Wasil said no, that it was fine for him to scream if he had to, to get it out. I hadn’t thought about it being helpful…]

When I talked to the nurse, she gave me the number for the ER and the name of the other surgeon, in case something happens over the week-end. Which…Yeah, just makes it worse that Harley is stuck in torture land, and I don’t have access to him to make sure all is well. I have Sonja trying to look out for him…But…*sigh* Poor Squirtel. She shouldn’t have to be responsible for watching out for him. I hate asking, but…I know she looks out for him, to the best of her ability (which is turns out is pretty good at times…Will get to that).

So yeah…Currently…Harley & his bump aren’t completely sured up…Hopefully I’ll know something Monday…Hopefully it’ll all be taken care of Monday.

 
Speaking of Mondays…Last Monday…
Sonja proved to Harley that she really does care about him, and will defend him.
Harley was walking down the hall…Sebastian (he’s a 7th grader) was following behind him…Sonja (unbeknownst to Sebastian) was behind him…& two other kids were behind Sonja (one whom I’m not sure of, the other one that Harley had had trouble with previously, but since then Sonja & Duane have taught him the error of his ways in his actions at the school).
Harley was heading to the bathroom, and not doing anything, not even aware of the impending trouble behind him. Sebastian started to reach out to grab him…He never got the chance. He raised his arm, then found himself getting pulled backwards, spun around and slammed into the wall, then unceremoniously dropped to the floor. & informed that next time his braces would be going through his lip. The one kid that had been behind Sonja apparently ended up on the floor, laughing is arse off. The other, the one that had given Harley trouble before, from what Sonja said had a combo of shock, worry, and awe…& the realization that he got off easy. Those two are now like mini-goons for Sonja…They know if something is going on, they had better put a stop to it or go and get her…Seems there is a penalty for not doing either of the two things.

Okay, so I know, not the best way to handle things…But…It was a nice bonding moment for Sonja & Harley. Harley, all too often, is sure his sister doesn’t like him…Moments like these, prove to him otherwise.

School…Suppose I should get to that. Blah.
The schedule sucks beyond sucking…Tuesdays & Wednesdays 6:00-8:50…Thursdays 6:00-9:50. I hate night classes…Leaves little time for Critters. Basically me getting them from school, cramming something down for dinner, and me leaving for class…Then getting home 2 of those nights in time to put Harley to bed…& missing out of it on the third. *kicks schedule* [& it really interfered with getting to spend proper time with Wasil for the week he was here.]

2 out of the 3 teachers I have this semester aren’t regular professors. They are teachers that Grand Valley managed to snag to fulfill their needs. The Social Studies teacher is a full time elementary teacher at one of the schools in TC. The Science teacher does something for TCAPS…He also knows Harley’s teacher, and Sonja’s Science teacher. O.o Apparently it really is a small world.

Anyway…Classes:
Tuesdays: Diverse Perspectives on Education. I’m going to have to go out of my comfort zone. We have to have 3 hours of observations to do…An hour in a different kind of class situation. Alba isn’t big enough to be able to supply me with the class room situations I need tho. In addition to that, we have to put in 8 hours of some kind of volunteering! *headdesk* I don’t want to go out with people and do things. Blah.
I’ve read one of the two chapters that I have to have done for next week…I still need to do the question for the chapter. On a fun note…We have to make a name tag before class next week. He told us to be as creative as possible…We get extra points if we are creative enough. So yeah…I need to come up with something good.

Wednesdays: Social Studies for Teachers. I’ve got one of the two chapters read for it. Notes taken while I’m reading through…Too many notes probably. Oh well.
I also have to write 2 paragraphs on Social Studies in my Life…& write a reflection on the stuff from chapter 2.
Also…Next week I have to take a bag of artifacts. 3-5 things that represent who I am, as way of an introduction of myself. I’m not sure what to put in my bag at this point.

Thursdays: Life Science for K-8 Teachers. No text book. Yay! Plenty of handouts I’m thinking tho…& a weekly powerpoint…& weekly questions to fill out and turn in. & two ‘major’ assignments. As well as 2 midterms (WTF on this one) and a final.

I’m very much missing Wasil…I’m not sure if his shirt is helping or hurting…It’s comforting to have it…Comforting to smell his scent. Then…It also makes my heart ache, when I move, and for whatever reason, I catch the scent anew. I’m reminded that he’s not here…All I have is his shirt…I won’t get to curl up in his arms and sleep tonight.

I’

m not sure when I’ll get to see him again. Hopefully this summer…He said he might be able to come back up then. I won’t be able to go back down with him tho…Stupid school in the summer. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to go down at the end of summer like last year.
There are tentative plans for next December…It would involve a one way plane ticket down to St. Louis, then Wasil bringing me back. I would fly down on the 28th of December, then we’d come back up like he does for Xmas every year.
The Critters won’t be here…So it won’t interfere with that. It’ll be a chance to ring in the new year with Wasil…Something I would really like to do. I don’t like the idea of leaving Mum her for it…But heck…She was gone for the 2011 to 2012 change, leaving me all alone.

I’m starting to feel of the tired…So I’m going to wrap this up for the evening.
Mum & I are doing the shopping thing sometime tomorrow. I suppose I will have to change out of the NASA shirt