Week from hellWe started school this week. Getting back in the swing has been hard. Have I mentioned that I don't like breaks because of the struggle to get the kids back on track? If this continues they will get T-giving, Christmas and New Year's Day off and NO OTHER days. Crying, arguing, Andrew screaming fits. Today was the capper. M and L are taking a writing class starting next week. The teacher came by to meet them. They both refused to introduce themselves until I threatened game time. Which they ended up losing- among the fighting they caused while she was there was a kick fight between Matthew and Andrew. When she left and I sent the older two to their rooms Matthew yelled about how he'll never go to class, he'll fight me. Academics aside, I think the worst thing in the world to teach Matthew ( or any of them) is that he can misbehave his way out of things he doesn't want to do. Classes, chores, or whatever. Yet he has done it time and again- I get so weary of fighting. I cry at how horridly they all behave and at how hard our days are. I think if we weren't in CVA they wouldn't have lasted the week without being put in school, the boys at least. Oh, and while I'm editing my typos may I add I have sent two kids to their rooms in the last 10 minutes for punching each other.It's supposed to be 82 Monday so I am bribing them with the lake if they can behave until then.
So after my day of hoemschooling hell- I had my annual. Never fun anyway, right? I knew she would say something about the fact that it had been over two years and I was upfront at saying I only came in becasue she wouldn't refill myAlbuterol otherwise. So- remember the weird lesion I had 2 1/2 years ago that I went to see her for, but she couldn't see? This time she could see it. It's not a scar, it's not an STD (I knew that) and she doesn't think it's cancer. She had no clue what it IS however. In 15 years of practice she's seen nothing like it. So I go for a biopsy ina few weeks. Next, my periods are too long and too heavy. This I knew too. She wants me to take progesterone for now, and also go see about uterine ablation. Brian is really thinking this is wrong and unnatural, but if insurance is paying for me to have to periods, I don't see me saying no. And she wants me to go in for a baseline mammogram! Aside from the fact that BC is the cancer I am LEAST concerned with, there's no way that will happen until I pay off all theother stuff I need done. Like the filling. Did I mentioned I got my first cavity diagnosed on Tuesday?
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