Time to Talk to Myself...meh!
I am currently suffering one of my episodes. My heart races because of my thyroid. It mostly acts up when I've had too much salt (damn those sweet & hot BBQ chips!!) which and then causes my pressure to soar. This has been going on since 4am this morning and it is currently past 6pm. One sometimes 'cure' is drinking. I once downed a bottle of white wine in 30 minutes only to go from dizzy drunk to gotta hurl to pounding headache in just 2 hours. Way too much fun. I'm sitting here sipping hot cocoa with brandy in it. I think it's helped, but not completely. I guess I need the other halfa bottle. No worries...it's one of those mini-bar bottles - 50ml,although 80 proof.
What should have been a good, fun experience turned into a nightmare for my kids. We signed up for soccer and were assigned to the Hurricanes. No problems as we already know one of the players from basketball. She's a sweet girl with funny siblings and a nice mom and dad. Turns out, the coach is a screamer. I don't mind you screaming if you've taught the skill/move/whatever over and over and my kid still won't or can't perform. That comes to a suck-it-up-practice-more-and-deal, kiddo. I take offense when you yell and demean, but will offer no instruction to correct the problem. Saturday's game was the last straw for my husband. The coach reduced his own son to tears, made a backhanded insult to my daughter and then went off the field screaming expletives with children and adults in full earshot. His ex-wife also had words with him very publicly about his treatment of his son. We complained to the commissioner and she's taking it before the board for review as well as having a talk with him. The talk turned into a phone call to my husband by him and my husband cut him off with a 'this conversation is over' and hung up. I'm all for a tough coach, but you better be learning how to bend it like Beckham or you're out of line. Tommi dealt with it by crying after every practice and game. Daniel was spacing out and school and not turning in assignments I know he finished and had with him.
More later...feel like crap.
What should have been a good, fun experience turned into a nightmare for my kids. We signed up for soccer and were assigned to the Hurricanes. No problems as we already know one of the players from basketball. She's a sweet girl with funny siblings and a nice mom and dad. Turns out, the coach is a screamer. I don't mind you screaming if you've taught the skill/move/whatever over and over and my kid still won't or can't perform. That comes to a suck-it-up-practice-more-and-deal, kiddo. I take offense when you yell and demean, but will offer no instruction to correct the problem. Saturday's game was the last straw for my husband. The coach reduced his own son to tears, made a backhanded insult to my daughter and then went off the field screaming expletives with children and adults in full earshot. His ex-wife also had words with him very publicly about his treatment of his son. We complained to the commissioner and she's taking it before the board for review as well as having a talk with him. The talk turned into a phone call to my husband by him and my husband cut him off with a 'this conversation is over' and hung up. I'm all for a tough coach, but you better be learning how to bend it like Beckham or you're out of line. Tommi dealt with it by crying after every practice and game. Daniel was spacing out and school and not turning in assignments I know he finished and had with him.
More later...feel like crap.