I feel so disconnected with the Blog World.  I miss getting to blog all day and read everybody else’s blogs.  I’m going to have to get on that Google Reader so I can keep up.  Don’t leave me, dear Readers.  I will never leave you, nor forsake you….who said that?  Oh yeah…the Good Lord  Himself.  Heh.  

Things just get calmed down with Hazel (who, by the way, is on her way back to normal cause she called Mr. Smiff this morning and when I went to see her at lunch, she was at the table doing the Sodoku puzzle) when something else nutty goes on. 

The Drama Queen started complaining of her eye hurting Sunday evening.  Yeah, yeah, another excuse to get out of school.  It was red and looked like Pink Eye.  It got a little worse and then yesterday evening, I took her over to the Minute Clinic.  They said it looked like PE and gave her some drops. 

Well, this morning, she calls me about 10:00, crying, saying her eye was really red and swollen and hurt like hayell.  (She didn’t say that).  I called our regular doc and wouldn’t ya know, they only work half a day on Wednesdays (they knew I would be calling). 

I called a local pediatrician’s office that a lot of people we know take their kids to and got in this afternoon. We only had to wait a scant 30 minutes and good lord, there were lots of screaming, squealing toddlerish types in there.  That was the hottest place in town to be today, apparently.

I saw this ol gal I recognized from a couple years ago at the YMCA there with her pack of younguns.  I don’t know her name, but, I remember her so well cause one night as I was on the treadmill, she starts yackin.  I mean, before I went home, I knew her entire history….her husband was riding her tail cause he thought she was fat (she wasn’t) and she told me she was OCD.   She went on and on about her OCDness and I thought she was full of it UNTIL I saw her at the Y swimming pool later that summer. 

Unfat Girl was not kidding that she was OCD.  She had all her kids shoes lined up under the chair starting from biggest to smallest…all in a row.  Today, she was just a’messin’ with some sort of list that looked like that crap Russell Crow was scribbling in A Beautiful Mind.   

So anyway, back to DQ’s eye.  The doc looks in her eye and wasn’t able to tell right off what was going on so he puts this numbing stuff in her eye, then some orange drops and comes in, turns the light off and shines a purple light in her eye.  I should’ve taken a picture.  It looked like something out of a horror movie.

He could see a tiny little speck in her eye, but, he couldn’t tell if it was a scratch on the cornea or a foreign object.  So, I get to take her back in the morning (Did I mention Mr. Smiff was on the road today and will be tomorrow as well?  I love this part about working full time with a road hog of a huzbin.) and if it’s a foreign object, I’ll have to haul her to an opthamologist to get said potential farrin object out. 

Oh, and did I mention that my insurance doesn’t kick in until May 1?  Oh, and that if that eye starts hurting her tonight really bad, I am to bypass any local ER and take her straight to the Vanderbilt ER?  Have I mentioned to y’all that I’m sick and tarred of Vanderbilt Hospital?

A good point of the day was when my one boss gave me this gorgeous, little flower arrangement and plopped a sausage biscuit on my desk from McDonalds first thing this morning.  I thought that was some kinda sweet, specially since I’m new and all.  My other girl I work for, Carol Ann, who is so much like Newscoma, it’s scary was all upset cause she forgot it was Administrative Professionals Day.  She signed the card Valerie gave me, but, she was all feeling bad about herself.  Everytime she saw me today, she’d hang her head in shame.  She kept apologizing for giving me a little job to do first thing this morning.  “Hello?  This is my job” I told her.  Still, I dig having a boss that doesn’t throw crap at me or stand over me while I work.  (I had a boss who used to do that and that same boss would print out every single email she sent and put it in our chair.  It was insane)  The Gentleman Formerly Known As My Boss, however, is still a hard one to beat for coolness.   I think he will be glad to know I have good bosses though….right GFKAMB????

Then, my direct supervisor comes to me and says “I need to see you at 10:00 in Conference Room B.”  My heart sank cause I thought for sure I had made a terrible faux pas of some sort and it was so bad, she had reserved a conference room to tell me I was axed or something. 

I stood at the fax machine trembling imaging Phil Bredesen showing up to give me my walking papers.  I could just see Gov. Phil shaking his head at me.  I pictured John Wilder shaking his finger in disgust at me.  I even thought Stacey Campfield might show up to go “Neener neener neener….I busted you!”  Then, I remembered I haven’t been blogging on taxpayer time.  Not since a week or so ago anyway.   Then, I hear the Boss Lady tell another person the same thing she told me.  Whew. 

That little stinker gathered all of us Support Folk to tell us how awesome we are and all this.  She gave us gift cards to Olive Garden.  Not bad for a new girl.  Take that, Campfield!