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Wednesday, Jul. 02, 2003 - 4:04 P.M.
Out of Focus...Again
I swear to God I am going to one day lose it with "Little Foul Mouth" at school. Today I caught her just as she was about to run out the door, and she turned a nailed me right in the eye, thus bending my glasses into an unusable state for the second time in a year. So, As I am holding her left hand and trying not to close my tearing up eyes, she reaches around and grabs a hold of my ponytail, yanking it as hard as she can and at the same time kicking my legs. I don't like to let the little darlings know this, but it doesn't hurt nearly as much when they pull your hair in a downward position, so it wasn't bad. I was busy trying to guard my face in case she came around with another swing. And poor Mr. P. who came to help me kind of stood there with his mouth hanging open for a few seconds at the sight of her holding me by the hair and kicking me.
I didn't cry, I held my tongue, I was involved in the physical management of her but asked another staff member to take the verbal lead in calming her down because I was JUST A BIT pissed off at her, and I knew my voice would show it.
So for 40 minutes we were treated to her tirade which included at least 80 FUCK YOUs, 60 BITCHes (not including the routine adjectives of stinky, big, old, nasty, fat ass and stupid), 60 threats of "I'm gonna do it again, you watch," 100 LET GO OF MEs, and assorted snorts, spits, and threats of biting. She did manage to come up a new name for me and her clinician. She called us "Chicken and Monkey," but I'm not sure who is which.
Glad I didn't get those new glasses yet. Off to Lens Crafters to bend these straight...again.
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