My new job sees me working 12 hours a day, so blogging has suffered a bit. I am still getting used to my 7am-7pm shift.
Anyhow, back to blogging.
So I drove down to Bonita Springs today to pick up that pistol. Traffic was awful. We left the house at 10am to arrive 200 miles and 5.5 hours later. The transaction took less than 30 minutes, then it took us another 5 hours plus to get home. I am tired of being in that car.
No more posty today.
This is the sort of thing that creates friction between my wife and I. She is from New York state, not the city. People from NYC have this sort of attitude:
“The main problem with moving to Florida is that you have to live in Florida,” said Jason Mudrick, “New York has the smartest, most driven people, the best culture, the best restaurants and the best theaters. Anyone moving to Florida to save a little money loses out on all of that.”
I express the opinion that New Yorkers are arrogant douchebags, then she gets insulted. I just get tired of the “everyone who isn’t from NYC is an ignorant, uneducated redneck” kind of attitude. Upstate people are fine, but NYC people are horrible.
This article blames the school system because a high school student had a 0.13 grade point average and failed nearly every class he took. The student in question was absent 272 times in four years. He failed his classes for four years, and the first time the kid’s mother knew anything was during the final semester of his senior year? Yeah, mother of the year right there.
I have 133 students this year. Of those, more than half of them (68) are currently failing my course. Six of those students have a perfect zero for the current marking period, due to the fact that they have not turned in a single one of the fifteen assignments that has been assigned to them. In fact, more than half of my students have received at least 6 zeros. The mean grade for my students is a 48 percent.
Absenteeism is over the top. I have students who have been absent more than not. One of my students has only been in class six times so far this year. I have over a dozen students that I have not seen nor heard from since before Christmas.
There is nothing that I as a teacher can do. I teach, but the student has to show up and actually make an effort. I am tired of caring more about my students’ success than they or their parents.
In fact, I have had enough. I am done. I am putting in my two weeks’ notice tomorrow. Since spring break is coming up, my last day as a teacher will be next Friday. This morning, I was offered a job supervising techs at a nearby hospital. I accepted.
Back to the medical business.
My tax records have all been sent to the accountant. Let me say that I am against the stimulus checks. With that being said, no one is listening, so my goal is to maximize my chances of receiving whatever they are going to hand out. So that is the instruction that my accountant has been given:
Find a way for us to legally get as much of that money as we can while limiting our tax exposure. If that means that I have to claim all of the income from our business ventures and investments, and then we file separately so at least one of us gets the money, then so be it.
So the accountant tells me that she will run different scenarios to see which way and what deductions will result in the best financial situation. That is why we pay her, after all.
Remember when I said that I fell from a moving golf cart, and how my leg had swollen to double its normal size? This is what it looks like this morning:
The hospital sent him home last night at 1 am. They had given him some oxygen and his oxygen saturation levels came back up. What made it difficult is that my MIL has COVID as well, and she is legally blind. So we were placed in a difficult spot: Who can drive him home?
So my wife and I drove to the hospital with my MIL following right behind us in their car. We led her the 40 minute drive from their house to the hospital, and then the 40 minute trip back. (He is still too sick to drive). I feel for both of them- just looking at them, I can see that they both feel like shit.
We got home at around two- just in time to get a few hours’ sleep before starting my (online) workday. That hospital has seen far too much of my family this last week.
I still think that COVID is just a nasty version of the diseases we already have seen, but for my in laws’ age group, the mortality is much higher than for other demographics, and even so, you don’t like to see anyone that you care about being sick and miserable. I sure hope they get better soon.
My father in law tested positive for COVID. My FIL is rather stubborn. We have been trying to get him to eat, but he won’t eat. We try to get him to drink fluids, including Gatoraid, chicken broth, water, you name it. He won’t drink.
He has had diarrhea for the past two days, can’t take a deep breath without coughing, and has a fever of 102.2 degrees. The fact that he isn’t eating or drinking means that he is losing fluids and electrolytes, and that isn’t good for anyone, much less a 75 year old man with COVID.
I dropped off an Oxygen saturation meter so they can test his SpO2. There is evidence that lower blood oxygen levels in COVID patients is an indicator of reduced increased mortality- 90 percent or lower is the danger zone. So I told them to take their readings every 4 hours, record the result, and let me know if any reading went below 92 percent.
So today they sent me a list of the readings over the last 2 days, and my FIL was having a slow drift from the mid 90’s, dropping to 89 percent this afternoon. We contacted the doctor, and the doctor recommended that we send him to the hospital. Since there was no other way to get him there, we called an ambulance.
He is in the ER now, and we are waiting to hear if they will admit him or not. My wife, as you can imagine, is beside herself with worry.