Good news, good news; the collective agreement was agreed today in a majority of yes. So..there is NO STRIKE!! It's all over! yay!!!!
One more day of work, then i'm off for two days. yay! this whole routine thing is crappy to try and get used to.
A few people have asked for my stabbing story; since I don't have much else to say today; here I go.
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In grade 11 art class we were all working independently on our projects. My art teacher was the most amazing ever, had a free flowing class, allowed other people to come in and out etc. I was sitting at my desk prepping one of my paintings when a good friend came up to me and asked to borrow my ruler. This good friend came up from behind me on my right. in the middle of me and another desk with another friend of mine and my brother (visiting) behind me. So in response to him asking for the ruler; I grab it and turn to the right to give it to him. I pass him the ruler; I feel contact with his hand to the back of my arm/elbow..but that's it. He begins to walk off and my friend and brother behind me go "OMG Kayla, you're bleeding." I was like' huh what!?' they point to the back of my arm and my friend kind of freaks out and goes oh my god you're cut. at this point i'm starting to feel blood dripping and running down my arm and bend my arm around and look at my arm; and there was the wound. About the same time my friend that had asked for the ruler; realized what had happened; as he was standing there with one of those art blades... the triangular razor blade at the top; then a metal rod. anyways.. the thing was brand new and just cut into my skin like butter... didn't even feel it.
So, my teacher runs over with some paper towels to put on my arm and hold it there and he exclaims in his wonderful British accent that I am the first student in his many years to EVER get hurt. My friend that accidentally stabbed me is apologizing over and over and doesn't know whether to stay a shade of red..or white. I go to the "nurses" office in the school and show her, as my arm went numb and it was cold. She just slapped a band aid on it. I phoned my mom. and she thought I was exaggerating and said to wait til I came home on the bus and she'd look at it. So fine.. it was numb anyways so i wasn't feeling much of anything.. so i went back to class, etc. Got home, showed my Mom.. and she's like holy crap you need stitches. So we went to the ER. And trying to explain what happened to me was hard without laughing to the doctor. I think i got like 3 stitches... the doctor had said that it wasn't a wide wound but it was deep. uh..yea.. the stick went IN me. And that there could possibly be some nerve damage. I think my friend never heard the end of being called a stabber that year.
We had a lot of laughs about it.
My god that is a crazy story, I hope he learned his lesson, you should never hold a sharp object out like that when you are around some one. Did you get all the filling back in your arm?
That would suck. Not just the loss of income, but strikes are always ugly.
Thanks for sharing your story of getting stabbed.
I'm always amazed when someone gets stabbed or shot and says they didn't even feel it.
I mean, I know it's truth, but it just sounds so bizarre.
And I always wondered if school nurses were real nurses or just someone pretending.