Hey! To all of you that have graduated this week, Congratulations! What an accomplishment! I am very proud of you all!
This has been an interesting week, to say the least. It was my last week at my job, I am starting a new job tomorrow. Going to an eye surgeon's office. I have worked for so long in primary care, that it is foreign to me to be able to work in a specialty office. Have no fear though, I am not afraid to learn new things. The pay at a specialty office sure does beat the crap out of primary care pay! That is about the only reason I am going to the new place. I really loved my job at the office in Manlius. But, I am sure that I will love this one just as much.
So, Friday was my last day, and it was an amazing day to say the least. Until I got the call that every mother dreads getting. It could have been much worse, but it was bad enough to make the goose bumps come out instantly. Kaylie called me, yelling into the phone that Jayson had been beat up, was bleeding, and his eye was swollen shut and he was dizzy. "You gotta call 911, Mom!" (Note to self...have conversation with daughter about calling 911 first, and then calling Mom....) I had to tell her to calm down, and tell me what happened. Apparently, Jayson had gotten a call from a supposed friend who wanted to buy his IPOD Touch and said he had the money for it. So, Jayson jumps on his bike, goes down the road, to sell his IPOD. The kid punches him in the face twice, shoves him over a guardrail, and leaves him there. I cannot tell you what this does to the mother in me. So anyways, he gets up, calls his father, and rides his bike back to the house. Billy called the police, and they come, and lo and behold, the kid plays the race card. It had nothing to do with race, it had to do with Jay talking to a girl, who ended up being this kids girlfriend. As soon as the policeman heard race, he turned on Jayson, until my husband told him to knock it off. What a way to let a victim know that the police are on their side. So, I am posting a picture of what Jayson's eye looks like right afterwards. It actually looks worse now that it did, with all the color that has collected in it. I gotta tell you, my son is a lover, not a fighter. He had no time to block his face before this kid came at him....Didn't even cross his mind that this would happen.
So, that is my story for the week...Hopefully, next week is much better.
