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god, not again.
Dear Child's Teacher:
The kid has a WART. It is not a weeping chancre. It is not EBOLA. It is not a LIMB ABOUT TO DROP THE FUCK OFF IN YOUR LUNCH. It is a WART. And what's more, it's a goddamn DEAD WART. Because you freaked the goddamn hell out and so we had to drag the child to the doctor and practically sit on him so we could ATTACK HIM WITH LIQUID NITROGEN so he wouldn't have OMGWTFBBQ WART. I should have made YOU do it. Considering YOU were the one with the PROBLEM.
Also! The sore on the kid's lip is a COLD SORE. It is FINE. I have had them ALL MY LIFE. AGAIN. NOT WEEPING CHANCRE. NOT EBOLA. NOT LEAPING NIGERIAN CROTCH ROT. OKAY? A COLD SORE. DEAL. If you even THINK about making me keep this child home whenever those pop up I will HAUNT YOUR ASS, because I will PROBABLY BE DEAD FROM CRAZY.
In other words! STOP EMAILING ME IN A PANIC, YOU TWIT.
And if I hear ONE THING about you being A MEDICALLY FRAGILE SITE I will come down there and INTRODUCE MY CRUTCHES TO YOUR APPENDIX. PERSONALLY. I think your school nurse is on CRACK and so are YOU. You have already sent home the child when he was NOT SICK one too many times, and I am LOSING PATIENCE. ONE THING. GO ON. FEEL FREE TO TEMPT ME IF YOU LIKE.
The kid has a WART. It is not a weeping chancre. It is not EBOLA. It is not a LIMB ABOUT TO DROP THE FUCK OFF IN YOUR LUNCH. It is a WART. And what's more, it's a goddamn DEAD WART. Because you freaked the goddamn hell out and so we had to drag the child to the doctor and practically sit on him so we could ATTACK HIM WITH LIQUID NITROGEN so he wouldn't have OMGWTFBBQ WART. I should have made YOU do it. Considering YOU were the one with the PROBLEM.
Also! The sore on the kid's lip is a COLD SORE. It is FINE. I have had them ALL MY LIFE. AGAIN. NOT WEEPING CHANCRE. NOT EBOLA. NOT LEAPING NIGERIAN CROTCH ROT. OKAY? A COLD SORE. DEAL. If you even THINK about making me keep this child home whenever those pop up I will HAUNT YOUR ASS, because I will PROBABLY BE DEAD FROM CRAZY.
In other words! STOP EMAILING ME IN A PANIC, YOU TWIT.
And if I hear ONE THING about you being A MEDICALLY FRAGILE SITE I will come down there and INTRODUCE MY CRUTCHES TO YOUR APPENDIX. PERSONALLY. I think your school nurse is on CRACK and so are YOU. You have already sent home the child when he was NOT SICK one too many times, and I am LOSING PATIENCE. ONE THING. GO ON. FEEL FREE TO TEMPT ME IF YOU LIKE.
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And, as always, my hockey stick is at your command. No need to bend up the spiffy new crutches.
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And part of my secret is that I try to make it funny - because if I didn't have that outlet I'd probably die of stress.
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:: dying laughing ::
You are awesome.
If only I could say the same for S's teacher ...
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I also must steal your tag YOUR STUPID MAKES ME CAPSLOCK.
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i mean, there is my son that would get raging ear infections and would stay home because he was so sick he was raging because he was miserable. and no one needs to deal with that. and then there was the whole refusal to not use latex free gloves and him coming home covered in weeping sores because they had to help him go to the bath room and used latex gloves despite me sending latex free gloves to use with him. but that- what you are dealing with- is the definition of crazy. really and truly insane. i will happily come and choke a bitch for you. wow..
and people wonder why we are home schooling......
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No, it's sorted out, she's just dumb and irritating sometimes. *eyeroll* forutnately she listens to me when I use words like "the doctor said blah blah".
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i am so glad that she listened. she sounds.....special.
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And use your old crutches to take out her appendix. Your new ones are too spiffy.
And waitaminute - she's the one who wanted you guys to get the wart removed? It's a fricking wart, it's not going to jump out at her! He's not a toad! I had one burned off when I was 7 or 8 and I freaked the hell out at the liquid nitrogen, and I could understand WTF was going on. I can only imagine how freaked Sean was, poor guy, and all because of this twit?
Do I need to come out there and kick her ass, then take you for tea? :-D
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*hugs*
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God, the worst thing you can do is to freak the hell out and make the kid feel even worse. You have far more restraint than I!
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*stabbity*