Yes, I wear hearing aids. A teaching assistant and I both lost our hearing after more than a year of daily testing a kiddo’s hearing aids without proper equipment. The student would end up with a cochlear transplant and we ended up saying, “Huh?” By the time the district finally hired a hearing specialist, it was too late.
So, a couple of weeks ago, I was tutoring a young fellow on a Monday and was distracted by my itchy ear. I ran my finger along the hearing aid to make sure it wasn’t falling off. No problem there. The itchiness continued and I developed cold symptoms. I felt miserable: low grade fever, ear ache, runny nose, sore throat, worsening congestion. While taking a shower on Wednesday, I rubbed my sore ear and felt something move! Yikes! I quickly aimed a spray of water into my ear and although it hurt, no critter crawled out. Whew!
Because my dearest teaching widower was tired of me yelling, “What??” I decided to try my hearing aids again on Friday. I noticed that the dome was missing from one hearing aid but figured it had fallen off somewhere. Duh. You know where it was, right?
As I forced that hearing aid into my ear (DUH!), I yelped in pain as the previously ‘lost’ dome pressed against my eardrum. After a few hours of panic at the ENT, the errant click dome was retrieved and I was taught how to attach it properly.
I had to laugh as I overheard a nurse asking, “How did she get a COMB in her ear?” Huh? What’s that?
Having been typecast as a teacher for almost half a century, I understand how actors can find themselves in the same roles. I haven’t finished Another Life series but did make it through 2036: Origin Unknown. And of course, I loved Battlestar Galactica.
It was a bit disconcerting to find this determined woman again! Especially since she wasn’t ‘alive!’ Oops, spoiler alert.
Katee Sackhoff is a great pick for all her sci-fi movies/shows because she knows her way around a spaceship and has a kick-butt attitude that serves her well. For this fan, it’s a bit of a challenge to keep her identity straight. I wouldn’t cross her, though. She’s pretty lethal. In fact, she’s shocking!
Yesterday’s post had to be credited to my dearest teaching widower but this one is all on me. If you haven’t seen Stranger Things, the hot Netflix series, you’ve heard about this awesome series, right? Without spoiling it for you, let’s consider another sci-fi glitch which drove me crazy.
Here’s a photo of Eleven in Season 1. Look at what you can see of her hair. Obviously hers.
Now see what a mess they made of her hair in Season 2? As a curly-haired person, I know Eleven does not go from straight (maybe wavy) and brown to curly and almost black. Yikes. I wished they’d asked me for advice. On the other hand, I have never written a story as great as this series, so I should try harder to overlook the wig. Oops, I can’t.
Only crime scene tape would be a less hospitable greeting for our houseguests, who had to step around boxes and bins of teaching supplies before dropping their suitcases upstairs. I’m actually quite proud of this mess, which only partially captures the efforts I’m making to offload teaching supplies.
It is now possible to see about a fifth of the floor in our junk room, not that you’d want to. I had the same problem in every classroom I’ve used. And every summer I would vow to clear the decks before the students returned. I would go into school, along with the custodial staff who were waxing floors, and get nothing much accomplished. I could blame the freshly applied gym floor varnish for wonking my brain. Or the ammonia used to strip wax. Or the mold.
Hmm…. Is it crazy that I still have the same goal: clear out the junk before school starts?
The kiddos are here! Another fun-filled summer ahead of us, with as many electronics and wild times as possible!
It’s not all fun and games, though. One of the challenges we face is that Christopher (who is on the autism spectrum) is now using the term “autistic” as both a derogatory and teasing label for his sibs and friends. Last year it was “retard,” along with the ubiquitous “smokin’ hot.” Obviously, he has been taught that “autistic” is not a good thing and/or draws attention. (For him, all attention, whether positive or negative, is pretty much OK.)
Another change: Christopher no longer makes me chase him down for a hug while disguised as a “hug-hating” ninja or ghost! He chases me down for a side arm hug, his eyes glistening with mischief. What a sweetheart!
Argh. We used the wrong paint so I am repainting the family room AGAIN. I was hoping to keep my blogging streak intact, but duty calls. And my dearest teaching widower. I know it’s going to be gorgeous and I get to listen to my worship music unimpeded! Win-win.