The same re-run of horror: closing my eyes behind the wheel of the car as my daughter steers through “sunny spots.” This is the Trust Fall exaggerated beyond measure. The good news is I had a client at the high school. The bad news is the sun really doesn’t do too much in the fall except go over that way a little bit more. Still, silver linings.
As soon as I arrived at the clinic, I made a phone call to the doctor’s office for an appointment. I was vindicated in the sense that this light sensitivity isn’t a part of the healing process, and thus, my appointment was made for the afternoon. Individual supervision took 
place and I was delightfully surprised yet again when the clinical director presented me with my (mostly) signed hours (the hours not signed are for my records in case of audit), and so, the final leg towards licensure begins.
At the appropriate time, I headed down the hill to the doctor’s office. “Hi. My name is Ali and I am a Really Poor Patient.” It would appear that my decision to stop the steroid cold-turkey was not the appropriate thing to do for successful healing. My “I’m such a badass, I do whut I wont” attitude doesn’t necessarily end well and I need to get it through my bloody thick head that I am NOT a doctor and to follow instructions on medications (which I rarely do). The GOOD news is that I should be better by tomorrow afternoon, provided I can manage to make myself take my eye drops as directed (easy-peasy). Silver lining here? Huge ego lesson AND potential to be a badass stunt driver with my kids.
These days have exhausted me and I ordered pizza for dinner. Mom and nutritional failure, but I did order a salad (to be honest though, it was because of the croutons). I’m ashamed to admit I ate 4 slices. WHEN will I remember that I am no longer 11 at Shakey’s Pizza where I can eat as many slices as I want?
I received a text from a kid at a high school. I dig that some kids reach out to me, because as much as I loved teaching the littles, I love therapizing the teens – the ones who are going through the shit so many of us did when we were in high school. The one thing I think would have helped me the most in high school was having an adult who was on my side. I felt I didn’t have any and that’s something teens need more than anything, because so many don’t have that belief in themselves. I am honored with their trust.
Pics: Waiting for the solution (which ended up being Prednisone); The pizza solution.
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