Poignantly Forward

After the ordeal with my blood sugar, TRC made me go on a leave for about 2 months, I would call and would get what I felt was the run a round? Finally I was allowed to return.  After I returned, I had a meeting with Dr. Fletcher and Lori. After explaining what had actually occurred  with my blood sugar, it was decided that I could self medicate myself again.  Suddenly a light bulb went off, I thought to myself, hey  this is for me, I have to get control and do this for me!  Self- medicating was a big thing at TRC.  It  meant most of all you did not have to deal with the "nurse's" in the med hall. In my opinion, the "nurse's" thought they were above any sort of order. They were rude, sometimes down right mean. It frightens me to think of some of the people going there. Some of the students didn't have a clue as to what they were taking or suppose to be taking. Heaven forbid if you questioned them.  I understand they have so many students to give medicine to at one time, but they needed to remember that we were humans. Not a bunch of cattle herding through a line.     It meant I could medicate myself per Dr. Beuter's instructions., not what was easy for the med hall. So from this point until I left TRC I self-medicated myself without further   problems. During this time occupational therapy  got some outside help with our classes. One of the person's to come in was Susan Alexander. She could work wonders with my arm and shoulder. Then I started wondering why was my arm not taken care of the whole time I was there? Once again, I can not dwell on the past. I can only move forward.  While at the school I did get to go to the "prom" Naomi helped mr find an outfit to wear. I went to the prom with Ricky Head. Naomi went me and she got to dance with several gentleman. All and all I would say we had a great time.  At every "graduation" I would not do well with some of our class leaving. Living day in and day out with each other my heart could not take them leaving. Once again I would get upset with myself that I could not control this matter.  I dreaded my "graduation" I really did not want to leave. I had been here over a year and felt alive. I felt like was accomplishing something.  I had two jobs lined up when I left TRC. I could no get transportation to either job.