My incredibly wonderful, intelligent wm had surgery on his foot last week due to his meddling with an ingrown toenail. He just couldn't leave it alone & a horrendous infection then some small amount of skin death. Okay, we caught that. Before surgery the ortho doctors were asked to check wm's thumb. wm the day before lost a battle with a basketball. Turns out the thumb is broken. While in surgery the surgeon splinted wm's thumb & wrapped his hand up to his wrist. wm was told not to use his thumb at all & his hand at a minimum until next appointment. (2 weeks from this past Monday). My son, who knows all, decided that his thumb/hand had healed enough & took off the splint & wrap. He missed video games. He did the deed at school. School/day treatment called foster mum to let her know. They did their best to resplint & rewrap wm's thumb & hand. wm had the splint off by the time he got home from school. My son called me to let me know how much pain he was in but that he wasn't going to wear the splint again because he couldn't play his games. I told him he would follow doctor's orders ~ period! This isn't a game. wm will now be going to a hand surgeon because of the further damage he has done to his thumb & something in his hand. Foster mum & I are livid that wm doesn't understand and/or care enough to follow instructions to self care. That this isn't a scab or a cold. Through all of this wm kept telling me, foster mum, foster dad, Integrated Listening Systems (ILS) worker, day treatment staff, etc that he knew what he was doing. If he could run away when he was two he could take care of his hand. (He & kt did runaway at the age of 2 & that's what started this whole thing.) I just got off the phone with wm ~ "I'm bored, can you come out?" "Not until sometime next week ~ there's no one here for kt". And the whining began. I cut him off & told him to get out a book & read. Watch one of the hundreds of movies foster mum has on hand with a bowl of popcorn. As it's above freezing & sunny get outside & take a walk. "Son, when one is bored, they are boring. You are definitely not boring ~ use your brain & find some safe activity you can do to amuse yourself. One that won't hack off the rest of the family & one that will keep you absorbed. I know you have models you can work on, books you can read, puzzles, etc, etc, etc." "Mom, I hate my life....it *****!" I hung up. I have better things to do than listen to this nonsense. The light is perfect for painting & I just got in a new supply of paints to add to my pallette.