So we went, we saw, we were talked to, and....
Nothing. Not a damn thing. I am furious.
Okay, I'm down about half a beer right now and have calmed down a bit. Thought I'd collapse before I got out of the parking lot, but I rallied.
The girl talked to difficult child for 10 minutes, then me - with difficult child present - for 10 minutes. And called the psychiatrist on call, who said to wait for our psychiatrist to come back on Monday.
W.T.H????
THEN - I called the psychiatrist office, and the gal called in some Risperdal for the weekend. But she called in .1 instead of .5. Holy cow, WHO takes .1 of ANYTHING?? And, two hours later, the pharm still hadn't figured this out or gotten a return call. Sheesh. Thankfully, they gave us 3 pills for the weekend, and difficult child took one the second we got home.
Went to a craft store too, PC12 wanted a project, a diorama, and difficult child said the judge told him to keep busy, so he wanted one too. He picked up some stuff to make lanyards, fine by me, and since then has asked about Internet, borrowed easy child's phone, tried to get online, and decided he wants to be a firefighter and get his EMT, etc., etc.
I need more beer.