ShakespeareMamaX
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So...haven't been on here in a while.
I'm very weak and tired so I will make this as short as possible.
22 Dec - 2 Jan ~ difficult child was hospitalized for threatening to kill himself with a knife.
2 Jan ~ Upon discharge, hospital has the nerve to tell me I was evading family therapy and not returning the calls (that I WASN'T getting). They never even tried to call his dad (yeah, bio-dad actually stepped up for this one!). This is why they HAD to discharge him. They told me to pack up all the "sharps" when I got home. The hospital also proceeded to tell me how I wasn't doing enough. Are they kidding?!?!?!
difficult child is put on Trileptal while in the hospital.
difficult child's regular psychiatrist takes him off immediately.
difficult child is still on .25 of Risperdal 2x a day.
difficult child is INSANE (said in the nicest way possible, of course). Defiant as all heck, now. He's hyper out of his mind (since the hospital). He still has no desire to do homework, classwork, etc... The sad thing is, my mind is in a state of "well....at least he's not being suspended". Stating this is probably a jinx. The school will call me tomorrow pointing out that he pushed another "slow" girl (ehem...unneccessary tidbit from his teacher? psshhh...no harsher punishment for that one...he shouldn't hit ANYONE, in my book) and hit another girl that was chasing him and, relentlessly, teasing him (I'm just waiting for the allout pounding he lays on someone for the [you know what] those kids give 'em). God help us...
He's finally been accepted into an extended day treatment from 4-5:45. He behaves alright. It's starting to decline a bit, though. It's hard as anything to get a meeting with those people, too. For God's sake, I can't even get an update on what he did for the day! Bah...
Speaking of declining...(maybe this should be posted seperately?) I am now being tested for atypical migraines, stroke, lyme disease and ms. I'm so fatigued that I'm falling asleep on a whim, things are going numb, vision loss, etc...fun fun fun.
This hinders my ability to do a bunch, including working without nodding off, having the brainpower to help my difficult child with his 3rd grade homework, walk without bumping into stuff, use my left arm (grrr...annoying!) for things like driving or talking on the phone or playing the piano, seeing I guess is a little important, too... Heh..heh... *sigh*
My point? Everything [I attempted to use a word I thought was not a swear, but is, apparently, banned. I will change it to...] does what a vacuum does! There...you've all seen my mature side. I mean...everything [vacuumed] before...but it was OK cos my brain was still working. Slowly, but surely, I went blank, shut down, couldn't hear, comprehend, write, spell...AHHHHH!!!! Do you know how bad it is when you forget simple words and how to spell things when you have an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) to spell everything correctly and have perfect grammer???? AHHHHHHHHHH, again!!!! I thought it was stress...maybe it still is, I don't know. Stress is stupid and I hate blaming things on it so, ya know what? I'm putting my money on MS. That's right. I actually BET with my friend on what I have. It'll be a relief to have something [this is where I forget a word] to point a finger at. I can yell at it. Yes, yell. Nice.
It's suddenly hot, this chair is horribly uncomfortable, and I can't stop thinking about when the school will call me tomorrow with another complaint (yeah...it stopped for a while, but started right back up, again). I get to see my psychiatrist and psychologist tomorrow. Woo hoo! Double whammy!!! Then, I get to meet with the exended day treatment folk whom I've just received a letter from today stating this is a mandatory meeting involving them, the school and (fantastically) DCF (that would be the Department of Children and Families. You know...the ones that can take your kids away?). Not sure what this is all about, but I get to "wing" another cursed meeting by myself.
Oh! OH!!! (Yeah...so much for the short post.) I just had my difficult child's 2nd PPT. I had to go alone because the army I had before all had to work and such. But... Good news for him! He's officially Special Education, seeing a Special Education teacher once a day, a gifted teacher once a day, and continuing the daily charts. Hooray! Bad news for me...I was CRUCIFIED by the psychiatrist the school sent us to to evaluate difficult child. Or so I thought. All this man had to say (in front of an audience of 10 people) was every bad thing that's ever happened in my life. He blamed me for "giving" my son ADHD because I smoked the first few months of my pregnancy (not yet KNOWING I was pregnant, mind you). He mentioned being with my son's father...the abuse and such...my fault for staying with him? Well, that's how he got PTSD, of course. And let's not forget the kicker (this is harsh, so brace yourselves)...he mentioned how the "R" word happened to me years ago. The R word! Ends in 3 other letters...last Breaking News: difficult child just came down and hugged me, head dripping in sweat...he's been sleep walking an awful lot, lately. letter being E. You fill in the rest. Like hangman! Except I was the one being hanged...
So sweet of them to continuously ask if I was OK, after that.
I, officially, hate this town and everyone in it.
Thanks for reading my newest novel (and sorry). I miss you guys...a lot. I think I'll post all my possible MS issues in the other forum to get some opinions. Off I go!
P.S. I miss the old smilies. *sniff*
I'm very weak and tired so I will make this as short as possible.
22 Dec - 2 Jan ~ difficult child was hospitalized for threatening to kill himself with a knife.
2 Jan ~ Upon discharge, hospital has the nerve to tell me I was evading family therapy and not returning the calls (that I WASN'T getting). They never even tried to call his dad (yeah, bio-dad actually stepped up for this one!). This is why they HAD to discharge him. They told me to pack up all the "sharps" when I got home. The hospital also proceeded to tell me how I wasn't doing enough. Are they kidding?!?!?!
difficult child is put on Trileptal while in the hospital.
difficult child's regular psychiatrist takes him off immediately.
difficult child is still on .25 of Risperdal 2x a day.
difficult child is INSANE (said in the nicest way possible, of course). Defiant as all heck, now. He's hyper out of his mind (since the hospital). He still has no desire to do homework, classwork, etc... The sad thing is, my mind is in a state of "well....at least he's not being suspended". Stating this is probably a jinx. The school will call me tomorrow pointing out that he pushed another "slow" girl (ehem...unneccessary tidbit from his teacher? psshhh...no harsher punishment for that one...he shouldn't hit ANYONE, in my book) and hit another girl that was chasing him and, relentlessly, teasing him (I'm just waiting for the allout pounding he lays on someone for the [you know what] those kids give 'em). God help us...
He's finally been accepted into an extended day treatment from 4-5:45. He behaves alright. It's starting to decline a bit, though. It's hard as anything to get a meeting with those people, too. For God's sake, I can't even get an update on what he did for the day! Bah...
Speaking of declining...(maybe this should be posted seperately?) I am now being tested for atypical migraines, stroke, lyme disease and ms. I'm so fatigued that I'm falling asleep on a whim, things are going numb, vision loss, etc...fun fun fun.
This hinders my ability to do a bunch, including working without nodding off, having the brainpower to help my difficult child with his 3rd grade homework, walk without bumping into stuff, use my left arm (grrr...annoying!) for things like driving or talking on the phone or playing the piano, seeing I guess is a little important, too... Heh..heh... *sigh*
My point? Everything [I attempted to use a word I thought was not a swear, but is, apparently, banned. I will change it to...] does what a vacuum does! There...you've all seen my mature side. I mean...everything [vacuumed] before...but it was OK cos my brain was still working. Slowly, but surely, I went blank, shut down, couldn't hear, comprehend, write, spell...AHHHHH!!!! Do you know how bad it is when you forget simple words and how to spell things when you have an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) to spell everything correctly and have perfect grammer???? AHHHHHHHHHH, again!!!! I thought it was stress...maybe it still is, I don't know. Stress is stupid and I hate blaming things on it so, ya know what? I'm putting my money on MS. That's right. I actually BET with my friend on what I have. It'll be a relief to have something [this is where I forget a word] to point a finger at. I can yell at it. Yes, yell. Nice.
It's suddenly hot, this chair is horribly uncomfortable, and I can't stop thinking about when the school will call me tomorrow with another complaint (yeah...it stopped for a while, but started right back up, again). I get to see my psychiatrist and psychologist tomorrow. Woo hoo! Double whammy!!! Then, I get to meet with the exended day treatment folk whom I've just received a letter from today stating this is a mandatory meeting involving them, the school and (fantastically) DCF (that would be the Department of Children and Families. You know...the ones that can take your kids away?). Not sure what this is all about, but I get to "wing" another cursed meeting by myself.
Oh! OH!!! (Yeah...so much for the short post.) I just had my difficult child's 2nd PPT. I had to go alone because the army I had before all had to work and such. But... Good news for him! He's officially Special Education, seeing a Special Education teacher once a day, a gifted teacher once a day, and continuing the daily charts. Hooray! Bad news for me...I was CRUCIFIED by the psychiatrist the school sent us to to evaluate difficult child. Or so I thought. All this man had to say (in front of an audience of 10 people) was every bad thing that's ever happened in my life. He blamed me for "giving" my son ADHD because I smoked the first few months of my pregnancy (not yet KNOWING I was pregnant, mind you). He mentioned being with my son's father...the abuse and such...my fault for staying with him? Well, that's how he got PTSD, of course. And let's not forget the kicker (this is harsh, so brace yourselves)...he mentioned how the "R" word happened to me years ago. The R word! Ends in 3 other letters...last Breaking News: difficult child just came down and hugged me, head dripping in sweat...he's been sleep walking an awful lot, lately. letter being E. You fill in the rest. Like hangman! Except I was the one being hanged...
So sweet of them to continuously ask if I was OK, after that.
I, officially, hate this town and everyone in it.
Thanks for reading my newest novel (and sorry). I miss you guys...a lot. I think I'll post all my possible MS issues in the other forum to get some opinions. Off I go!
P.S. I miss the old smilies. *sniff*
