Good God… I am so sick of biology. Just took a test and got an 81.2 and you know what? I’m happy with that. I don’t know about you but I am NOT a test taker. I can study and read, read and study. You should SEE my notes; work of art. They aren’t just a bunch of stuff scribbled on paper, they’re more like color-coded schematics of knowledge. If I’ve highlighted something I think is important in a certain color, every new note pertaining to that particular highlighted area is written in that color of ink– they have to match so I don’t have to look for what goes where. I have a short amount of time to answer the questions so my notes are OCD: level boss. No joke. My test are open book too. You would THINK I’d ace that bitch…nope. I don’t know what happens to my brain – it’s like all of a sudden everything is written in hindi… a bunch of random scribbles none of which looks anything like an A, B or C.
Oh well, I have a week before the next test so tonight I’ll accept my low B as if it were an educational Grammy. That’s right.. I’ve got it polished and sitting in a glass case. So. Don’t judge me.
Besides the biology test I had an essay to write and I had Miss Rae today. Poor baby, she’s sick. Last week her momma took her to the pediatrician for a bad cold and possible UTI. Flu swabs, RSV swabs, catheter… all came back negative. Last night she was taken to the ER for another bout of the same test PLUS a chest xray. She is positive for RSV. Would have been swell if her pediatrician would have given the swab two hours to fester before reading the test.. you know, since that’s the required time limit instead of doing a rapid test. Would have had her treated two days earlier. Smh.
RSV is a highly contagious upper respiratory infection that can be quite dangerous for a baby. If adults catch it (and I will because that baby will not leave my water cup alone) it’s just a bad cold. Rae-bug is now the not-so-proud owner of an inhaler, some icky antibiotics and a round of steroids. She’s been in good spirits but she’s clingy. Today after her nap she went into a coughing fit- – couldn’t catch her breath. Scared her to death which made her cry..and that made more snot for her to choke on. I hate it when people are sick but especially babies because they can’t tell you what hurts or what they want.
Popcicles. They want popcicles so we bought a box of 100 and another box of Italian Ice swirl pops. Best grandparents ever!
Oh and the frosting on the cake was when I was in the basement putting laundry into dry, thought I heard Rae cry, took off running towards the steps, crashed into the downstairs door with my bad arm (the one in had surgery on and just had injected with cortisone) …only to get upstairs to find her still sleeping sound. After the adrenaline wore off, I felt the throbbing, then the knot. It hurts so bad right now.
I’m going to bed now so I can stare at the darkness and worry about next week’s biology test.