Yes I'm self absorbed.

All that is going on in the world, and I'm still all about me, me, me.

Today, I leave work early to go to my Dr's, where the scoffing nurse, and the giggling receptionist (bastards) have promised to use a needle designed for babies to do my blood test. I mean yeah it's the needle that triggers my panic attack, but it's really the breathing issues and the shaking and the passing out and the loss of control that I'm worried about. The last time, I taught all day and my mind was remarkably not on it for most of the day. I'm hoping for that blessing again. I'm hoping I don't get light headed on my way there, and I hope Sam is not late.

In other news, a parent got weepy eyed on me last night at open house. She was thanking me for inspiring such a "consuming passion for science" in her second grade son. That he had never had an interest before, and she attributed his interest to me. She said all he wants to read, all he wants to watch, all he talks about is science and wanting to be a scientist when he grows up. It was the first time, perhaps rather the most intensely moved, I've felt about my impact as a teacher in the nearly 4 years I've been doing this.

Love to you.