Good evening, Squatchers! I've been absent cuz I've been working a lot, which is a good thing. Today was a day from hell!
So I'm driving to work this morning and I got rear-ended at a light (it was raining, and NJ drivers are notoriously crappy drivers in the rain). It was a minor fender bender, but:
1.) I had to call 911 and report it, yada yada, and was late for work (I've been subbing at a special school); and
2.) I had disc surgery 7 years ago and have a plate and screws in my neck, and two remaining herniated discs that have not been giving me trouble. But I am very, very careful with my neck since then. I no longer do headstands at yoga, etc.
My car damage is minimal, but you know how auto body repairs--no matter how small--wind up costing a fortune, your rates go up, etc. Anyway, I spent the whole time consoling this poor dumb kid who was freaking out because he just got in an accident last week and he has 8 points already and his boss fired him on the spot when he called in late (what a taterhead!! Who does that?!)
Then.
I get into work and I am not there five minutes when I hear these massive puking noises coming from down the hall. (Now I am here to tell you, I hate puke. Yes, I am a nurse. But I have had a major puke phobia my whole life and have not personally yakked in 43 years, which is probably a world record.) AND--every nurse has one thing that grosses them out, and puke is mine, lol! Yeah, I know, I work with kids, I've gotten way better with the emetophobia (that is actually a word lol) since I've been school nursing. Cuz kids: they puke!
So, I glove up, grab the garbage can, meet this very large Downs kid and his 1:1 at the door, and am in the middle of saying "Hi kid! Please don't puke on me!" when he opens up his mouth and--in slow motion, I swear, I was there--a friggin' tidal wave of vom starts spewing everywhere. Like, a fountain of pork roll and scrambled eggs shrapnel all over the place. All over the floor, my swivel chair, everywhere.
I do this "Hidden Tiger, Crouching Dragon" karate/ballet/yogic flying thing to get away from the spew, and miraculously miss getting chunks on me by about half an inch. (My coffee was in the line of fire. But I digress.) It was truly an acrobatic move and I credit it all to my yoga practice. Lemme tell you, this 54-year-old body can MOVE when there is flying vomit!
I tell you-- after that entrance, the rest of the day was all downhill.
Anyway, I am drinking a delicious, cold adult beverage, eating pickled okra, and am gonna have another beverage in a minute. I just got off the phone with my insurance company. Good times.....
Love yas!
So I'm driving to work this morning and I got rear-ended at a light (it was raining, and NJ drivers are notoriously crappy drivers in the rain). It was a minor fender bender, but:
1.) I had to call 911 and report it, yada yada, and was late for work (I've been subbing at a special school); and
2.) I had disc surgery 7 years ago and have a plate and screws in my neck, and two remaining herniated discs that have not been giving me trouble. But I am very, very careful with my neck since then. I no longer do headstands at yoga, etc.
My car damage is minimal, but you know how auto body repairs--no matter how small--wind up costing a fortune, your rates go up, etc. Anyway, I spent the whole time consoling this poor dumb kid who was freaking out because he just got in an accident last week and he has 8 points already and his boss fired him on the spot when he called in late (what a taterhead!! Who does that?!)
Then.
I get into work and I am not there five minutes when I hear these massive puking noises coming from down the hall. (Now I am here to tell you, I hate puke. Yes, I am a nurse. But I have had a major puke phobia my whole life and have not personally yakked in 43 years, which is probably a world record.) AND--every nurse has one thing that grosses them out, and puke is mine, lol! Yeah, I know, I work with kids, I've gotten way better with the emetophobia (that is actually a word lol) since I've been school nursing. Cuz kids: they puke!
So, I glove up, grab the garbage can, meet this very large Downs kid and his 1:1 at the door, and am in the middle of saying "Hi kid! Please don't puke on me!" when he opens up his mouth and--in slow motion, I swear, I was there--a friggin' tidal wave of vom starts spewing everywhere. Like, a fountain of pork roll and scrambled eggs shrapnel all over the place. All over the floor, my swivel chair, everywhere.
I do this "Hidden Tiger, Crouching Dragon" karate/ballet/yogic flying thing to get away from the spew, and miraculously miss getting chunks on me by about half an inch. (My coffee was in the line of fire. But I digress.) It was truly an acrobatic move and I credit it all to my yoga practice. Lemme tell you, this 54-year-old body can MOVE when there is flying vomit!

I tell you-- after that entrance, the rest of the day was all downhill.

Anyway, I am drinking a delicious, cold adult beverage, eating pickled okra, and am gonna have another beverage in a minute. I just got off the phone with my insurance company. Good times.....
Love yas!
