Blue Monday
Yesterday was exhausting, in spite of the fact I left work at noon.
I drove home and realized I had a good two hours to kill before I needed to pick up Bob from school for the appointment with Dr. New Shrink, so I made myself a little lunch, vaccuumed the living and dining room rugs, then settled in for an hour of HGTV. Drove to the post office and stood in line for 15 minutes so they could tell me the certified letter notice I was holding was a "second notice," even though it was dated the day after Ben picked up the damn thing. Meaning I've spent the past three days stressing over "what does that idiot want now" for no reason. Thanks, fuckers.
So I drove to school to pick up Bob. The office ladies look at each other, then at me, and say "oh, they're all over at the church." (The 1st Graders are having their spring music concert tonight, and the school stage isn't big enough to hold 100 of them, so they're using the stage at the church down the street.) So I had to haul ass to the classroom to pick up Bob's stuff, then back to my car, then over to the church to get him. Then haul ass across town to the stupid office, where we arrive precisely at our appointment time--and wait for 30 minutes.
I do like this guy so far, I will admit. He not only speaks perfect English, he listens, he observes, and he isn't too afraid of being sued to try things. He rattled off a list of medications and asked if we'd tried any of them, and when I answered "no" to all, smiled and said, "well, it looks like we have some options then."
Thank goodness. I mean, I don't want my kid being a guinea pig for the pharmaceuticals industry, but if the alternative is allowing him to disintegrate to the point of not being able to function in society--well, I'll take the risk of a few side effects.
So he's removed Bob from the stimulants (a move I've been championing all these years, if memory serves) and placed him on a trial of two mood stabilizers, under the assumption that his "ADHD" isn't ADHD at all but rapid mood cycling. We'll see how it goes. I'm nervous. But optimistic. This guy gave me something I haven't had in a long time--hope for a solution, and assurance that he has the balls to try to find one with us.
I got the ceiling and the walls sanded in our bathroom last night. Then put Ben to work assisting in the cleanup of drywall dust. I think I've inhaled the equivalent of a wall. Tonight (after the concert, when the kids are in bed) I'll start the primer application and hopefully, tomorrow--paint.
At this point, I just want it done, and I'm fighting the impulse to half-ass it for the sake of saving time.
I drove home and realized I had a good two hours to kill before I needed to pick up Bob from school for the appointment with Dr. New Shrink, so I made myself a little lunch, vaccuumed the living and dining room rugs, then settled in for an hour of HGTV. Drove to the post office and stood in line for 15 minutes so they could tell me the certified letter notice I was holding was a "second notice," even though it was dated the day after Ben picked up the damn thing. Meaning I've spent the past three days stressing over "what does that idiot want now" for no reason. Thanks, fuckers.
So I drove to school to pick up Bob. The office ladies look at each other, then at me, and say "oh, they're all over at the church." (The 1st Graders are having their spring music concert tonight, and the school stage isn't big enough to hold 100 of them, so they're using the stage at the church down the street.) So I had to haul ass to the classroom to pick up Bob's stuff, then back to my car, then over to the church to get him. Then haul ass across town to the stupid office, where we arrive precisely at our appointment time--and wait for 30 minutes.
I do like this guy so far, I will admit. He not only speaks perfect English, he listens, he observes, and he isn't too afraid of being sued to try things. He rattled off a list of medications and asked if we'd tried any of them, and when I answered "no" to all, smiled and said, "well, it looks like we have some options then."
Thank goodness. I mean, I don't want my kid being a guinea pig for the pharmaceuticals industry, but if the alternative is allowing him to disintegrate to the point of not being able to function in society--well, I'll take the risk of a few side effects.
So he's removed Bob from the stimulants (a move I've been championing all these years, if memory serves) and placed him on a trial of two mood stabilizers, under the assumption that his "ADHD" isn't ADHD at all but rapid mood cycling. We'll see how it goes. I'm nervous. But optimistic. This guy gave me something I haven't had in a long time--hope for a solution, and assurance that he has the balls to try to find one with us.
I got the ceiling and the walls sanded in our bathroom last night. Then put Ben to work assisting in the cleanup of drywall dust. I think I've inhaled the equivalent of a wall. Tonight (after the concert, when the kids are in bed) I'll start the primer application and hopefully, tomorrow--paint.
At this point, I just want it done, and I'm fighting the impulse to half-ass it for the sake of saving time.
posted by Mitzi Green at 10:02 AM
1 Comments:
Nice to hear the doctor is thinking in options and thinks the "ADHD" Dx is really just rapid cycling ... could be the "breakthrough" for which you've been waiting.
Keep us posted
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