We had quite the week last week. First, difficult child "forgot" about his psychiatrist appointment, but at least remembered to take the car in for an estimate. Then, I asked him to meet me at the lab for blood tests, which he did, but they were closed. So I gave him the scrip, made an appointment online, and told him to go at 3 p.m. the next day. He came home around dinnertime and said, "I didn't get the DRUG tests you wanted. I walked out." Huh?? He said he was actually seated in the chair, with-the rubber tubing around his arm, and asked the nurse, "What are the tests for?" The nurse said, "Drugs." He said, "Can I reschedule?" She said, "Of course." And he got up and walked out. "I am NOT going to take a surprise drug test without warning. I am NOT doing drugs! You tricked me!" husband and I both said, "That makes you look TOTALLY guilty of drug use." He did not understand the logic (or lack thereof). We told him that yes, one of the tests was to see if he was using illegal drugs. The other test was to check the level of legally prescribed drugs in his system, which helps the dr determine whether to up the dose or to decrease it. If difficult child is using illegal drugs, on top of Concerta or any stimulant, he can have a heart attack o r psychotic breakthrough or anything. Ditto lithium, which uses salt, etc. In addition, you were getting a CBC which is lots of blood levels, including iron, cholesterol, etc." "Oh. I didn't know that. I'm sorry." "And if you had gone to the dr appointment to begin with, you would have known that!" "I'm sorry. My bad. You can test me now if you want." "Then I have to pay for it. It's well over $30 and sometimes $50 at the drugstore, depending upon the test. Had you gone to the lab with-the scrip, it would have been covered by insurance." "Oh. I didn't know that." "You had a knee-jerk response. Do you know what that is?" "Yes. But I just assumed ..." husband reached over and grabbed difficult child's phone. "This is a phone. CALL us. Ask questions!!!! And show up for your appointments!!!" "This was a test," I added. "I wanted to see if you could follow through and if you could be trusted, since you're 18 and want to behave as an adult. That means responsibility. You flunked the test." "Yeah, I did. I'm sorry." So now MOM has to pick up a NEW scrip and TAKE difficult child to the lab like we used to do when he was little. Why I even for one instant thought he would or could follow through is beyond me. I'm living in la-la land. I don't know if I'm madder at myself or at him.