So I took a job at a preschool. Thought, they are so tiny. And low and behold: right as I join, a young man named does. He is slapping, kicking and tackling kids. … Two years old and huge! (Almost three feet tall) My first week of work was very stressful. I was supposed to be under observation only, but a lady called out sick. So I had to do stuff.
Everything is so different here in Hawaii. … so different.
… And now. I am really sick. Rolfl. I have to go in for a TB test and a physical on Tuesday. I was going to just get my flu shot and my covid update then. I feel so hot and dizzy, but my fever is normal. I do have a sound sensitive headache. (Boy, I wish I could steal a few of my dad’s pills.)
Oh, I should post pictures of my family on my next post. My brother is visiting my Father. They are making peace after being distant for over 20 years. My heart is so alleviated then. What is funny to me? My Father stands in the exact same way in the pictures as I remember him doing for hours a child: quite and contemplative. Them spending time together is the highlight of my week.
But, back to the job. It is full time. It is all-year round. It has good health care benefits. And I do not have to be worried about being knocked unconscious by a one-hundred-and-eighty pound teenager. So good.
I have a GOAL too now. To start making Autism Awareness in Hawaii. David is going to help me make a website called “Aloha Autism.”
It feels amazing to have a job. To have goals.