In a blinding flash of smokes, she was gone.
Year 9, ey? Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh.
She was all properly excited carrying her brand spanking new Jane Norman bag, new pencil case filled with the gorgeous scent of colouring pencils (she insists on pencils for break time artistry and I know she uses them lots-ly as I have to sharpen them on a reg basis). She also shoved two lip balms in her bag (not mine, harumph!), a pair of sunnies for the vitamin D session she needs whilst sitting in the (non existent) sun, a smelly rubber (essensh!) and her dinner money.
I dropped her off at the posh entrance to the school (a perk for my lady Belle) which has new wheelchair access and push button door openings for the disabled at large. We are not comfortable sending her to school in a wheelchair yet and she doesn't **really** need to get around school in one for the hassle it would cause. By hassle, I mean the guff that comes with being obviously disabled. She still uses her electric wheelchair for the odd occasions where she has a long distance between classes but that is just once or twice a week. I must admit, it crucifies me to think of how she copes with me making the decision about her wheelchair but she needs to get stronger and it ain't going to happen if she doesn't apply the effort to walk a little more. And besides, her personal wheelchair is self propelled and she cant bloody push herself in it anyway. **going to stop here before I get too mad about the intricacies of her condition**
So anyway, she stoops into school without so much as a backwards glance at me weeping little bittersweet tears and there she was - gone.
**Tumbled weed moment and rushes of eerily sounding wind**
I called in at the pharmacy on the way back to collect her vitamin D supplement. They took an age to find it in the shop. This is in addition for the age it took to order it. Apparently its a rare medicine. I opened it whilst I was there to see if it was a regular tasting medicine or one of those where it makes you gag just thinking about it, let alone taking it. This stuff is made with Olive Oil.
Olive frigging oil?
I asked the pharmacist how on earth she was going to take it and he gave me a syringe (minus needle) and said it would be **best** to take it that way with an evil glint in his eye. I really did hear the "Mwahahahahahahhahaha" emanating from his subconscious. Poor little Belle. Its making me gag just thinking about telling her let alone the actually time I come to give dosage.
I can't wait for 3.15pm to go and collect her and hear about her day.............. I'm just trying to find ways to kill the time until then and then after today, the rest of the school year will pretty much fly by before the next 6 weeks summer holidays.