{"id":10371,"date":"2014-01-03T00:45:09","date_gmt":"2014-01-03T00:45:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=10371"},"modified":"2014-01-03T00:45:09","modified_gmt":"2014-01-03T00:45:09","slug":"dear-school-nurse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2014\/01\/03\/dear-school-nurse\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear school nurse"},"content":{"rendered":"

I get it that you have no idea if a kid is sick, or maybe not so sick.<\/p>\n

I really do understand. I get an almost weekly call from e street. Cole is in the nurses office. His eyes itch and he can’t do math. His head hurts only when he thinks about math. He has a concussion (ok this one was true). He really can’t write because it makes his stomach hurt. You get the idea.<\/p>\n

But today I get a call from the high school. It’s Austin. He’s feeling crappy. Really thinks he’s going to puke. I tell him to come home, he has a car there. He tells me I have to talk to the nurse. She gets on the phone and says “he says he has felt bad since his lunch at 10:30 (yes they eat that early!) but he waited all day to come to me to tell me”. At this point school is almost over. I’m thinking “so he tried to stick it out all day?? that is bad how??” She goes on to tell me how she doesn’t think he is going to puke- I mean he has waited so long….<\/p>\n

I want to tell her that this is the kid that refused to go to Texas over break because he can’t miss<\/em> his honors and AP classes for fear of falling behind. Even if they are the first two days back in the new semester. The one who’s med school goals sometimes get in the way of my fun. This is the kid that stayed at school all day feeling like he was going to puke.<\/em><\/p>\n

I mean have you seen him in your office before? No. Because he hasn’t missed any school. <\/p>\n

And guess what? He came home and puked. Big time. <\/p>\n

So with that I give you the 2nd day of 2014. The day I was home with the youngest who’s school doesn’t go back until next week, and the 2nd youngest who faked being sick (see above) and the oldest who came home and puked. It’s snowing. Let’s just hope school is called off tomorrow so they can all get better. Mentally and <\/em>physically.<\/p>\n

A pic of our old blind and deaf goldie. Who loves life more than anyone I know.<\/p>\n

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I get it that you have no idea if a kid is sick, or maybe not so sick. I really do understand. I get an almost weekly call from e street. Cole is in the nurses office. His eyes itch and he can’t do math. His head hurts only when he thinks about math. He has a concussion (ok this one was true). He really can’t write because it makes his stomach hurt. You get the idea. But today I get a call from the high school. It’s Austin. He’s feeling crappy. Really thinks he’s going to puke. I tell him to come home, he has a car there. He tells me I have to talk to the nurse. She gets on the phone and says “he says he has felt bad since his lunch at 10:30 (yes they eat that early!) but he waited all day to come to me to tell me”. At this point school is almost over. I’m thinking “so he tried to stick it out all day?? that is bad how??” She goes on to tell me how she doesn’t think he is going to puke- I mean he has waited so long…. I want to tell her that this is the kid that refused to go to Texas over break because he can’t miss his honors and AP classes for fear of falling behind. Even if they are the first two days back in the new semester. The one who’s med school goals sometimes get in the way of my fun. This is the kid that stayed at school all day feeling like he was going to puke. I mean have you seen him in your office before? No. Because he hasn’t missed any school. And guess what? He came home and puked. Big time. So with that I give you the 2nd day of 2014. The day I was home with the youngest who’s school doesn’t go back until next week, and the 2nd youngest who faked being sick (see above) and the oldest who came home and puked. It’s snowing. Let’s just hope school is called off tomorrow so they can all get better. Mentally and physically. A pic of our old blind and deaf goldie. Who loves life more than anyone I know.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10371","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-3","category-life"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10371","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10371"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10371\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10374,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10371\/revisions\/10374"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10371"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10371"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10371"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}