Thursday before Friday at midnight thirty

I can only account for a few details of this week; what I remember most is that it has been an unvarnished blur. A blur with edges of paperwork mountains that wont end; medical doctor and hospital settings and 300-400 level English college type reading then (happy happy) writing about it.

Even math has its own special blur. The kind where I am doing OK with it--a good sign, I am not whiting out until 40 minutes of the 50 minute class has passed; but the last 10 minutes where the math teacher unleashes his real self and gets all crazy about the many ways one can write the formula of converting Fahrenheit to Celcius, that's when I lose track of time, breathing, space. I come out of this 10-minute hypnotic fog only when I see other students packing their satchels and making to leave. Thank the Lord I get to leave too. I can't take it. Add to this math zelousy the instructor is asking for students to submit to having him take a photo for him on his personal camera and that he takes a photo of each and every paper submission each and every student gives him. This behavior sets off further uncomfortable bells and red white and blue flags in my head.

This week I have been supporting my husband, family members and friends of family in these medical settings primarily as the driver and the question asker, note taker and clarifying accompanist. There have been more wins than losses in this regard, so I accept the wins in that rendered treatment will provide direct benefits. Excellent. Husband took a wound to the belly via a broken and flying circular blade (dull but flying 200 miles an  hour). I wondered how it didnt saw him in half or impact some vulnerable body parts (hit above to the right of the belly button). The nurse spent most of her ER time taking history and cleansing sand out of the 3 inch wound. Poor guy!

I have to give a tremendous amount of credit too, to husband's primary doctor who is holding his professional ground with the hated L&I (Washington State Department of Labor and Industry: my new nickname for them is the Greatest Show on Earth!) people who tried to build a new case for claim closure or superficial retraining by having hacks do 22 min exams then reporting on them like they spent days getting to know better half and his issues.  The doctor said too much information doesnt jive with other outside information.  The Greatest Show on Earth info is wild, thoughtless and these L&I people think of themselves as God.

The restart of school has gone mostly well. No complaints worthy of spending time on. Being in the fray of three great English courses is a wonderful thing for my soul, brain and psyche. 

That is all.