Pony Bone

This has not been a good day. I had about 3 kids per class absent, which means make-up work, which means extra work for me. Not as much as it could be, though, because many of them never bother to turn in their make-up work.

After school, I had to rush My Little Pony to another town to start his physical therapy. We got there early to fill out papers as they requested. Then we waited 20 minutes past his appointment time. In the meantime, the Pony writhed in a chair while Oprah interviewed Celine Dionne. I don't blame him one bit. Then the Pony ran to the bathroom and vomited. Several times. I went in with him (it was a one-holer), and recoiled in horror when I saw him on his knees with his arms on the toilet seat. WHERE STRANGERS SIT THEIR A$$ES! I got him cleaned up, and then they called him back. He didn't want me to go.

After 10 minutes, I got restless and the receptionist took me back to the nether cubbies of the therapy room. I answered a few questions for the therapist, concerning dates, and the position of the bone that cracked off and laid beside its rightful position. The Pony acted up a bit. Of course, the therapist said, "He was pretty good until you came in." Yeah. Rub salt in the would, lady. I told her next time I will bring a book and wait outside. She said she would come get me if he acted this way. The Pony will be hurtin' for certain if he pulls those shenanigans again. We have some new exercises for him to do. If the doesn't improve, she will put him in a splint to straighten his elbow.

I've got a lot of homework tonight, so I must cut this short. Not as short as the Pony's former elbow bone, though.