Starting over

Some of you may not know this, since we just found out, but Bill won't be teaching psychology next semester, and between me and you, he has been ripped off.  I don't get it.  Every time someone who's had him as their instructor, finds out he's my husband, they tell me how great a teacher he is.  Seriously.  I knew, and I'm sure a lot of you are aware, but the politics at DSC is horrific.  He has busted his you-know-what to make sure his students get the best possible semester, and has filled in for the department when they needed him for a class from time to time, and then they do this.  It was so heart-breaking because I know how he loves the students, and sharing his knowledge with them.  Good thing we're going to the Temple tonight; maybe I'll see a reason for this change (and I won't be so ticked off at DSC).

I look like a fly!

Ever watch any of those old corny "B" movies that were considered horror movies?  I think there was one called The Fly, and I've decided I kind of resemble The Fly.  My right eye had lasiks today, and they taped a plastic cup to protect it.  It's got a bunch holes in it, which makes it look like the eye of a fly.  This surgery was harder than the other two.  After they had me lie down on the gurney, they handed me a yellow stuffed ducky to hold.  Why the heck did I need a stuffed ducky?  The doc said I may need to squeeze it during the procedure.  WHY?  Well, they wheeled me under the machine, and, as I was awake, scraped my cornea.  Yeah, they put in numbing drops, but just the image of what they were doing was eerie. They also put a contact lens over the eye, for a week, to help in the healing.  Oh joy, I thought I was getting away from contacts.
Then I had to stare straight into the red laser beam for a few minutes while they did their thing.  They gave me a tranquilizer prior to the surgery to relax me, but let me tell you, that ducky got the squeeze of his stuffed life!
OK, blog finished...no more whining.

More eye surgery

I had to take the day off today, so I could get PRK done to my right eye.  Oh yeah, I'm really looking forward to this.  It's supposed to make my close (reading) vision much better.  What I have a feeling is that the "much" better could be very relative.  After reading over their "Informed Consent", I noticed some troubling items under the"other risks" section.  The worst one was this:
* I understand that it is not possible to state every complication that may occur as a result of PRK surgery....
followed by,
*I understand this is an elective procedure and that PRK surgery is not reversible.
That's comforting to know.
It also mentions a "degenerative corneal disease affecting vision" that would need to be treated with a corneal transplant.
Oh joy.
I know I'm sounding like my mother, who, in her advanced age, loves to tell people about her ailments (sorry mom, I do love you), but I'm still working, and walking and swimming (last summer), and, at times, trying to imitate "Dancing with the Stars." Have to tell you, last night, before Bill got home, I tried to twirl around on the floor (used to do it all the time in my dance classes), and I actually got dizzy and a bit nauseous.  Don't laugh, I'll get used to it, and live to twirl again.

Bill's driving me to and from the doctor's/surgical center, because they're giving me valium to calm me down.  OK, after reading their Complications sheet, I guess I do need to calm down.
I was going to post a picture of the procedure, but it was a little gross.

Soooo Glad Friday's Over

It all started as an uneventful day.  Being a Friday, I was a bit tired, but, that's no different from any other Friday.  After first period, I had a prep period, and before I started getting some grades in, and taking a nap (just kidding), I decided to check my bank account, online.  It's almost like I can play it back in slow motion, the focusing of my eyes on the screen.  Apparently, I (not really) had made and "intra-day-debit of $1,292.28.  (Oh yeah, and it was made in Seoul, South Korea.  I forgot to tell you I was in Seoul for a few days, and just flew back this morning.  Mmmm, maybe that's why I was so tired. NOT).  What I had done this morning was make a mortgage payment (online) before coming to work, but I don't think there was any connection.  After spending the rest of my prep period and the following lunch period on the phone with the bank, I felt completely drained, saddened, angry, and at a loss at what had just happened.  It gets better (my Friday, of course).  I still had two class periods to teach, and I was not in the state of mind to do so.  I'm such a trooper, though, cough, cough. As my afternoon class proceeded, and I was conferencing with a student at my desk, with a couple of students waiting in line to get help, a commotion erupted about 10 feet away from my desk.  Students came to me to tell me that someone had just collapsed on the floor. (I know I'm a hard teacher, but not so hard students pass out).  I got up, went to  the kid (Zac), and immediately ran to the office.  This wasn't necessarily an easy task, as I had on a long skirt and clunky boots.  Later, some of my more brave students laughed at how fast I tore out of the class, and the noise my boots made running down the hall!  Anyway, all is well;  Zac regained consciousness, his mother came and got him (and was upset that he didn't eat lunch), and took him to the doctor.  Did I tell you he was as white as a sheet when I returned...just like a ghost.
I still had one other class to teach, and I hadn't eaten lunch, (no, I didn't faint, too) and was ready to throw in the towel.  I finally made it home, called the police to file a report on the bank fraud, and told Bill all that had transpired.
I'm just curious....I wonder what the neighbors thought about a police car being at our house?

               NO, this wasn't really what our police car looked like, but I kind of liked the look of this one.

Phantom of the Opera

Wow!  Bill and I just returned from Dixie High School's production of "Phantom of the Opera," and let me tell you, the role of Christine was sung/acted by a girl in our ward (Avonlea Dalley), and she just knocked it out of the park.  She's only a sophomore in high school and is an amazing singer.  Loved it, loved it, loved it.  The role of the Phantom had a great voice too.  I know you all can't get here to see this play, but you would all love it, I'm pretty sure.
Well, Bill leaves for Arizona tomorrow after church for an early Monday morning interview for a job as a parole officer for the Arizona strip.  I know it sounds a bit different, and so not like Bill, but he wants to give it a shot.  Any of you smirking right now, can just stop.  I did enough smirking, smiling, and outright "you gotta be kidding me," for all of us.  Mmmmm, we'll see.

                                    Look out Arizona strip!

VOTE

I'm sitting here in class (during my prep period), figuring out when I will vote tomorrow.  Since we have Parent/Teacher conferences tomorrow and Wed. until 8:00, the only time I'll have is 7 AM.  Oh well, as long as I don't get stuck in a long line, that's fine with me.  Please, everyone out there, vote tomorrow.  It is so important, from who will represent you in Washington D.C. to your governor, and even quite possibly where or not to legalize marijuana for recreational use (California).  Just VOTE! Remember, it's not just for you, but for your children, their children, and our country.  For those of you who don't have children yet, you have nieces and nephews, and friend's children.
OK, that's all I have time for, but please, do your country a favor and vote out those who have chosen politics as a profession for themselves, and not as a way to make their state, country better.