theoretically speaking, I'm taking Neurology right now, in massage school.
It's a three-week-long class; roughly 36 hours total, discounting breaks (with, more like 42). delight
has been talking to me about neurology terms for months, dumbed down enough for me to understand her without having to actually teach
me neurology. that's cool; after all, I'm supposed to be taking this class, so she doesn't have
to explain it!
Right now our teacher is alternating between talking again
about CranioSacral Therapy (which has already been covered in this school
) and showing small video clips from the internet without ever actually explaining which site he's pulling things from. (He gave us a list.)
There is a teacher here, Lee, who is a very good teacher. She's a former nurse who is now also a massage therapist, and she teaches Anatomy & Physiology, and she's a very good teacher! Apparently this guy, Harout, who is a chiropractor, had some sort of conflict in mid-November, early December, and so the last class that sat through Neurology had Lee teach it, instead.
I am so damn jealous
right now. I can learn
things from Lee. This guy is ...
He reads off the page without clearly explaining why things are on
Our first quiz is on Thursday morning, probably bright and early, when I am at my least functional. I told him straight up on the first day that I have ADD; while he was accepting of the fact that my attempts to pay attention to him sometimes masquerade as completely ignoring him, that doesn't mean he has any suggestions remotely as to how I can accommodate for the fact that he's a bad teacher for me and I can't learn from him! oddly enough.
I really, really desperately hope that I can somehow work out some other way of learning this stuff. I don't want
to have to beg and cajole and blackmail Rue into teaching me neurology. It's not her job! It's this guy's job! I don't think he can do it for me!
I have my doubts that he can do it for the majority of the class
, frankly! and have no idea why he doesn't have any assistants; this class is large enough, and the school constantly prides itself on having such a low student-teacher ratio, that most of our classes have three teachers (or, well, one and two assistants). Harout is all alone. And mumbling.
I think I just gave up on even pretending to pay attention to this class.
The thing that sucks the most is that I want to learn this information
. I keep hearing that neurology is a goddamn fascinating subject! the tiny little pieces Rue has talked about have been
fascinating! and this guy keeps putting me to sleep, even with stimulant drugs and coffee!
I have no idea what to do today.
Apparently when you go to a therapist's office, say "I think I have ADD," describe your life and describe ADD by doing so, they don't necessarily make you fill out a questionnaire or anything!
that may have been the most productive hour of my entire life.
and now: to conquer other doctor's offices, especially when nobody answers the damn phone.
(and then to collect my Rue, and figure out some way to celebrate, I guess.)
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so this one time, we were at the Metro 20, and I went into the men's room and discovered that it was the most well-equipped men's room I've been in in my life.
in the stall was the sports section of the paper and a bottle of Spic & Span disinfectant.
it was amazing.
I won't be going there again soon, though, because Rue has come down with swine flu, and so I get to hang out and take care of her through her time of quarantine.
since technically this makes me quarantined too, I ... think. ish.
(meanwhile, despite spending massive amounts of time around her, my only sign of illness has been a slightly-sore throat last night that hasn't been bothering me today except for when I went several hours without anything to drink. similarly my sister, despite picking up a wretched case of mono about two months ago [which I think means she has three more months to go before being considered clear of it], has not gained a case of flu yet despite a lot of traveling around with her boyfriend, who does now have a case of it.)
also, Tamiflu is a) real and b) fucking expensive. I bitch about the cost of my anti-inflammatories, but those are at least a 30-day supply for $80 ... not a five-day supply.
This is today, so far:
α.) Remembered at 7:55, while still in bed, that I had an appointment for a blood draw at 8:10.
β.) Despite this, and despite needing a shower, was only fifteen minutes late.
γ.) Got to school late, and used last currently-available grace. >:(
δ.) Originally unremarkable class (full-body integration! I think I'm the only one excited by this) became remarkable when Laura (the teacher) said, essentially, "uh, so Tara [Dean of Admissions] is making a Virtual Tour video to go on the website, and wants some people doing massages for the classroom tour. If you guys are willing, pack up and go downstairs to the South Classroom, okay?"
ε.) Managed successfully to squeeze a full-body massage into a single hour, without any big lapses or left-out bits, while being filmed for two separate takes. While wearing a piratical bandanna to keep sweat out of my eyes, no less!
ζ.) While leaving class, was caught up by Grayce [the office manager / receptionist], who said that Rue had called to say she was going to a Hazmat Issue at the YMCA, something vague about a chlorine fire? (Grayce looked so bewildered. Apparently she'd missed the fact that Rue is an EMT and also trained in hazmat.) Thanked Grayce, and explained this.
θ.) Went to the DSS in order to resume foodstamps, since Rue was not ... at home ... at all. This mostly entailed sitting for half an hour and waiting for someone to remember I was there; during this time a man who wanted to evict people from one of his apartments (from what I gathered, DSS was paying their rent, and they kept trashing the apartment and causing a lot of damage he had to pay for, and he was sick of it) who also looked disturbingly like a cross between Bill Nighy and Donald Rumsfeld made racist statements at me! Very disparaging. I was straight-up all :| at him. I don't think he noticed, though, or the way that his "especially, pardon me, black people" was incredibly fucking offensive. Even though I'm not black. :|
η.) And then I tried to get health insurance, since I won't have any in mid-August (and will be utterly and totally fucked) if I don't do something about it. I was pretty sure I didn't qualify for Medicaid, so I wasn't going to apply for it, but the woman at the Family Health Plus office told me to go there first anyway, and bring prescriptions if I had any, because that way I wouldn't have to wait until August for an appointment. This was helpful information not subsequently provided by the woman in the Medicaid office. I now have a lot of paperwork to fill out and take back on Monday afternoon, and also on Monday have to go back to my doctor's office (which makes it, technically, four times in one week!) to get new prescriptions.
ι.) Mind you, I got prescriptions from him on Tuesday. And realized, last night while dropping them off at the drugstore, that I have refills for at least ten months for one of them, and probably at least six for the other. So I really, really feel fucking ridiculous asking for yet more prescriptions.
κ.) When I got home, I talked to Rue, who is still at the chlorine fire (and also still now, as I write this), very hungry, warning me not to go outside or let the outside in until she says it's okay (which means no open windows or, uh, the air conditioner, and it's about 80˚F out there today; thank fuck we only have north-facing windows), probably having more fun than she'll avoid feeling guilty for later. No area restaurants are helping the emergency services personnel by feeding them. I would go get food, but I can't afford to feed anyone but just her. :(
λ.) This list was not originally going to be numbered in this style, and then I decided to anyway.
μ.) I'm also very hungry, so despite the fact we have no toaster while I strongly desire toast, I will attempt to eat something light. (Because, after all, sooner or later Rue is going to need to be fed, too, and eating with her is polite and often tasty.)
today we went to a mechanic's shop to buy a truck.
this is true except in all the ways it's a lie; we went to a mechanic's because the chief of the body shop was selling me the truck, and I needed his signature on a couple pieces of paper (technically only one, more on that later) in order to go to the DMV. that was fine, that was easy, it was signed and all was well and good and we went out to the parking lot, got in Rue's car, and it wouldn't start – of course – because it was humid, and that is the car's one problem, with humidity and having been recently driven. we were at a mechanic's shop. unfortunately, Rue's car is a Toyota, and the mechanic didn't service Toyotas.
when it eventually started, as it is prone to do, we drove to the DMV; we went into line for Information; ten seconds passed, approximately, and a woman asked me what I needed. I said I wanted to know if I had all the right paperwork to register a truck from a private sale; she started looking through it, and handed me back a few pieces, and threw away one of the two pieces I'd gotten carefully signed because the truck is too old to need that page filled out. At some point, after several minutes (which also included updating my registration, what with having moved a month ago and forgetting to change my address-on-file) I realized that, hey, was this actually just information?
"do you have payment?" she asked, and looked at the checkbook I was holding, and I said yes, of course, I just thought I'd have to go stand in the line (and gestured). "oh," she answered, "I thought I'd save you that, since there wasn't anyone standing over there then."
all told, the total time spent at the DMV to register a vehicle and change two ID addresses (as Rue did hers also) was maybe as much as twenty minutes.
goddamn I'm glad I don't live in Manhattan today.