I like you as much as I like broccoli pizza.

Today I was involved in a bit of a passive/aggressive war with the school nurse.

This is all I’ll say about that: I’m very sensitive about and very proactive toward Meredith’s vision issues. If you call me on the telephone to tell me that Meredith has “failed” your vision screening, laugh when I ask why I wasn’t aware of this particular screening, and then accuse Meredith’s ophthalmologist of not being 100% qualified to do his job, well, I’m going to go a little nuts on you. Maybe even more than a little. And if I feel it’s necessary, I will involve faxes in my fracas.

Now, nearly ten hours after my head spinning Linda Blairathon, my back is failing me.

Ride a painted pony, let the spinning wheel spin. Whee!

All of this to say: I’m giving away a $200 Visa gift card, and it’s all about pizza.
As it should be.

Also, don’t forget the eggs. (I’m giving away a $100 Visa gift card partnered with Six Months Worth of Eggs) ‘ ‘ ‘text/javascript’>

20 thoughts on “I like you as much as I like broccoli pizza.”

  1. All I can think of is a scene from the movie ‘Groundhog Day’ where Bill Murray is driving a stolen pick-up truck madly down the road while be chased by police. Cut to the inside of the truck – Puxatony Phil (the groundhog) is steering the truck while sitting in Murray’s lap. Bill says to Phil as they careen down the country lane “Don’t blog angry, Don’t blog angry!” or something to that effect.

  2. I hate broccoli on pizza, but I think we can still be friends! School nurses are often uninformed and for some reason the elementary school brand are usually mean, too. Dumb school nurse!

  3. As the mother of a glasses wearing tot, I feel your pain. I would have reach through the phone and strangled her. My son’s eyes are checked every six months and usually require new lenses each time. If anyone dared to question my ability to have my child’s vison checked or to pick out a qualified doctor…. yea, Linda Blair does describe how I would react.

    Good job Pudding!

  4. sic ’em!

    I still remember the mom who dismissed Bean’s vision problems as no big deal. Yeah, cause who cares about blindness. Ask the nurse if stupid is contagious, cause she sure caught it somewhere!

  5. Oh wow. I … I don’t know what I would have done in that situation but I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t have involved any sort of kind, measured, rational response to the nurse. Eeep.

    Hope you can relax and the breathing/back ache eases up. Knit a bit. that helps everything.

  6. I am not sure why they do things like that. my daughters middle school nurse tried to tell me that they didn’t need an epipen for her because the kids don’t have recess and if she got stung by a bee on her way to school then they would just call me and I could give it to her.

  7. My strategy when dealing with idiots is to say “Thanks.” in a chirruppy voice with a little smile and then hanging up the phone/walking away. You win because they are still the sad, delusional soul who thinks they know everything and are the king/queen of the world, whereas you really know that they’re idiots. Which makes you better. You win!

  8. Oh, I forgot to say that I once had a Japanese roommate who made pizza one night and kindly offered me some: tuna, onion, broccoli, with ketchup as sauce. I can’t remember if I ate it or not, but I can remember feeling horrified. But she was so kind, I’m not sure how I got out of eating it.

  9. Hey, look, who HASN’T been all Crazy Mom on the school nurse’s ass?
    I certainly have.
    Hell, I’ve been Crazy Mom with the Principal too.

  10. Sarah, as a person who has carried an epipen when they were still a syringe & tourniquet set, that nurse really, really scares me. Epipens are carried because one may not have TIME to seek professional medical attention. How in the world did she get her license?

  11. Oh hell yeah you did, she’s now pinned in a short bathroom stall scared to come out, isn’t she? Faxes! Slicing like ninja stars, Shhhhhhaaaaahhhh!

  12. My daughter has been seeing a pediatric ophthalmologist since she was 7 months old. Even though I explained the vision issue on her enrollment paperwork and discussed it with her educators, I always received a letter after annual vision screening at school stating she needed an exam. This year, when the nurse administered the depth perception test, my offspring said, “puppies aren’t in the basket, puppies are never going to be in the basket”. Finally, the year she graduates, I did not receive the letter.

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