Shoulda Stayed Home!

Ever have a day you wish you had called in sick from work? My first instinct this morning was to talk myself into staying home and just vegging for hours in bed and watch ER re-runs on TV. I should listen to those urges once in a while, it might help me out.

Define Irony: "Define irony....bunch of idiots dancing on a plane to a song made famous by a band that died in a plane crash."~Steve Buscemi It’s a quote from Con Air. Anyhoo, the irony to Have You Ever Been Bit On The?... I got bit on the leg today by the same little bugger that bit the teacher last week. Holy shite on a cracker, this kid has the jaws of death or something. Happened in the quiet room (QR) and I tell yah, it took everything, and I mean EVERYTHING in me to not strangle the little fucker. Instead, I restrained him and escorted his little ass to behind the magnetic locking doors where he proceeded to bloody his nose all over the QR walls. Yay-rah. More explanation below.

It kinda went like this, I’m calling for a monitor, someone who makes sure I have the restraint correct etc. I wind up in a sitting restraint after the first bite on the back of my calf. The second bite, because he’s such a flexible little shit, right above the friggen knee on the same leg. OWIE! Mother fucker OWIE! No monitor. Now I have two other kids freaking out because I’m screaming about the biting and can’t walkie again for a monitor because I’m a little friggen busy here. I am beginning to suspect that the goddamned walkie is broken or something. One of the other kids grabs my walkie and is calling for a monitor again. By this time, I’m on the go and getting the biter into that room to hit the magnetic locking button and hold it. I am pissed, I am on the walkie yet again to call for permission for five on the door, because you can’t just lock them in and walk away, you have to hold the button down and have permission to do so and permission for any extensions on said locks. I finally get my voice together long enough to ask, “CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!” Finally, my building supervisor responds with “No one is available at this time.” FUCK ME! Finally someone comes down there and he’s encouraging me to leave the QR and get some medical attention for the TWO WHOPPING BITES on my left leg which are burning and throbbing like Alien bellies or something.

ARRG! My unit team gets back at some point after breakfast and I’m waiting around for the nurse to show up in health services. Errg. When I get back, no one has a clue as to what had transpired while they were at breakfast. Oh boy. Meanwhile, the little bundle of joy is processed out of the QR and returning to class. My UC has no clue as to what is going on or what went on until after the fact. He felt really bad, we talked about what happened, went over the report and accident report sheet. Man what a day. I need a drink…

Tammolly ~Sore and Cranky~ Just ask Adam!

...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…