Today was another visit to the neurologist for trigger point injections. Oh joy, another 20 shots in the head, neck, and shoulders. It sure doesn’t feel great, but brings on tremendous relief for a few weeks. I have to do this every 6 weeks and I don’t even dread it anymore. After about 4 weeks it has really worn off and I wake up in the morning like someone is stabbing me in the back of the head, so I count the days until the shots. Today my doctor had squeezed me in since I cancelled due to our nasty weather last week. He was clearly running late, as he administered my shots like a Nascar pit crew. That’s fine. In and out is fine by me. I didn’t have anything else to discuss anyhow.
I’ve decided I am over people. Last Friday during after school pick-up, we had an “incident”. First I should set the stage for you. The teachers who monitor the kids getting in the cars, can only be described as ridiculously strict. Catholic nuns from the days of yore come to mind. They stand out there and wave there stupid arms for the parents to move forward, as if we don’t know what to do 5 months into the school year. Meanwhile, they are yelling at the kids to move further down the sidewalk to meet their parents in the cars. As if every car is going to end up at the end of the sidewalk. One day, one of the teachers yelled right in my daughter’s ear and hit her in the head with her arm!
Anywho… On Friday, my daughter was halfway in the car and a teacher pulled her OUT of the car, told her to walk further up the sidewalk, and motioned me to pull further ahead. Seriously?!?! When she got in the car, she was crying because the teacher shut the door and hit her arm. Needless to say, I was LIT UP! I drove into the parking lot and marched right up to that teacher and asked her name. She was reluctant to give it to me (likely because she knew she was going to get reported). I explained what she just did and of course she denied it and said she wasn’t in the car, that she just bent down to pick up her earmuffs. Well, I’m a big mouth and I was pretty much yelling at her. The policeman that is in the parking lot every day came up to ask what was wrong, because I was yelling so loud. Yep, apparently I’m that loud. Well, he told me he would check the video and call me. He called me minutes later and said he couldn’t see that she hit her arm, but I choose to believe my child. The officer did say that no teacher should ever put their hands on a child and that she certainly should have let her get in the car at that point and NOT pulled her out of the car. He said he would talk to the principal and have the teacher “coached”.
Today I pulled into the visitor parking lot to pick her up because I’m no longer waiting in that insanely long line for an extra 15 minutes just to get berated by those annoying teachers with their mechanical waving arms.
I’ve realized that overall people fall into only a couple categories: control freaks, jerks, or decent people. The vast majority of people you run into on a daily basis fall into the first 2 categories. I say this as far as being out in public, not people you actually know. I know a great number of genuinely decent people. Thank goodness! However, I do a lot of driving and waiting in lines, which puts me directly in the line of fire of the other 2 categories. Today at the clinic for example, their parking structure was atrocious. I got behind someone who kept waiting for people to back out of a spot. This is an impossible situation because there is no way to go around them. Finally someone behind me honked and the person moved along. (I’m not a honker.) Then they waited again and someone swooped in from the right and took the spot they were waiting for. That was so uncool. Ultimately we both ended up on the roof, which is what I knew would happen anyhow, so I just plan to go up there in the first place.
Same with the grocery store. Everyone has to cut in front of you to get in line. Then the cashier will close the line right in front of you. Happens.every.time. And the person who cut in front of you only has 10 things and should have gone to the self checkout anyhow. People, in general, drive me crazy sometimes.
I can count on 2 hands the people that are in my inner circle. My husband, my daughter, my mom’s husband (because my mom is deceased), my dad’s ex-wife, my dad’s former girlfriend, and a couple of friends. I don’t have many friends. My annoyance with people has only been in the last few weeks and is mostly because I’m having a hard time since my mom died. Every time I think it’s going to get better, it just seems to get worse. It’s been 4 months now, but still not easier.