Torn – My #WOTW 

Torn, as soon as I wrote that word, the tune by Natalie Imbruglia popped into my head.  I LOVE that song, it brings back both good and bad memories of a time when my little family unit had been rocked to its core and we got through it.

It’s felt like that kind of week, although not as severe but it’s a been a week when I’ve been really disappointed in D’s school and been torn about what to do about it.

Communication from D’s class has been really poor this year, they are fast enough to email saying she needs to bring in 50p for a snack but emails from me don’t get acknowledged (and I don’t email often, it’s normally things that I can’t put in the home-school diary puberty-related) similarly notes in the diary (although I occasionally get a “tick”). 

Frustrating eh? I get the impression that they perceive that because D is now 13, that they rely on the children to pass messages on but what they don’t take into account is that, if there’s been a bad day, then any potential messages are forgotten or not relayed until she’s feeling calmer.  

So, this week hit a new low when D came home in a heck of a state, with plenty of “I’ll tell you later” and, in between the fist-clenching (from her) and the pressure-cuddles from me, she eventually told me that she’d been taken out of class to have a booster injection, news to her and news to me!

As you can see, there was nothing from the Thursday before (the injection was on Tuesday) and that little note was meant to make it alright!

I’ve been very torn between going in and requesting a meeting with the Head or writing in the diary, I opted for the latter as I didn’t want there to be any repercussions for D, her classmates would have been very quick to tell her too if they’d seen me at school.

I’ve had an apology but it doesn’t change the fact that an injection should not have been given without prior warning (I had signed a consent form for the injection and the booster but a specific date for the booster had not been given).

And there’s also the prospect of my next foot operation in six weeks, I can’t decide whether I’m relieved that it will be happening, that – hopefully – by the end of the year I’ll have had both operations and have happier feet or – and this has been my predominant train of thought – thinking “sh*t! Less than six weeks before I’m laid up, I’ve got so much to do!”.

So, you see, Torn.  Allow me a bit of a warble to some Torn lyrics:

Illusion never changed

Into something real

I’m wide awake and I can see

The perfect sky is torn

You’re a little late, I’m already torn
So I guess the fortune teller’s right

Should have seen just what was there

And not some holy light
It crawled beneath my veins

And now I don’t care, I had no luck

I don’t miss it all that much

There’s just so many things

That I can touch, I’m torn

Fingers crossed for a slightly less Torn week next week, how’s yours been? 

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