The way I have always dealt with issues is to get active. No matter what the problem, if I take some form of action it helps me deal with it and not lose my mind. The only problem with this theory is that if you have a pile of issues, that is a lot of action. Do you remember the "I Love Lucy" episode when Lucy and Ethel were trying to work in the chocolate factory? Oh, that is so how I feel some days.
Blue has been doing much better lately, I am so thrilled with that and I am not even going to question why. He had an appointment with his Neurologist, I don't remember if I told you about that one, but it was not including an MRI, that will happen next time. As I was going over his results of the bloodwork I noticed there were numbers that were out of range. The doctor never addresses these numbers, it is like the results come back, get shoved into the file and disappear. Well, you know me, I need to know why his numbers are not in the box. I think Diabetes has trained me to NEED numbers inside the box. I understand the whole song and dance with diabetes and numbers, I have not however perfected the understanding of MS and blood work numbers. I need a tutor.
Before I could unwrap my brain and understand how certain things seem backwards with an overactive immune system, Daniel had an Endo appointment. This would be easy, I understand diabetes and he has been in a decent range for two years. OoooooK. A1c of 8! That is not a number in the box. The learning curve of using the CGMS became a priority so we could round up all those wild-eyed numbers and corral them back into their stall.
Hold on there, not so fast, missy. While enthralled with Cody and how he is going to change Daniel's life, Asperger's pulled down the curtain and appeared on stage. In the last couple of weeks it seems like everything we have accomplished with Daniel and AS has come undone. So the focus was back on getting him re-organized and back to schedules that all of a sudden he does not remember and slowing down so we don't overwhelm him. It was more of being involved in his daily school life, which is a problem because I am having trouble finding a way to communicate with his teacher. I thought we were going to have the opportunity to deal with a lesson for him in procrastination or the importance of following through. He had a 4H speech that he had known about for quite some time, one that he wrote a couple of weeks ago and should have been practicing. The night before the speech he was very unprepared and I thought ok, a training moment. He came home with a third place ribbon and was thrilled. How did that happen? It was a good speech but he was not prepared to pull that off.
But it did not stop with the boy bears, no, not at all. Taylor had been struggling at school and really running into some issues. She got her schedule changed, I instigated an evaluation to be able to take any sort of learning disability or anything like that off of the table and she was grounded for a couple of weeks. She is sort of getting back on track, we have a meeting coming up with the school to discuss the eval and she is seemingly a bit better.
Oh but the moment she started on her return, Sarah fell apart. She is doing good at school, she even made Principal's list again. She is not having problems with friends, she has tons. But at home she is clingy and attention seeking. She steals from her sister's room to get big sister to pay attention to her. She annoys Daniel to start fights so she can get the attention. She clings to me like glue. Since the SibSaturday thing did not pan out I am trying the whole aprrentice thing with her. She is going to be my shadow, she will learn all that I know. She really likes the idea that she is special enough to be the one chosen to learn mom's secrets, and no one else. We will see if it helps.
They cycle all the time, sometimes one at a time, sometimes all at once. Don't even get me started on those crazy chickens and dogs. The chickens all need a live in therapist! I am starting to think I do too. =)
Friday, November 21, 2008
Families are like a box of chocolates...
Posted by Vivian at 10:44 AM


3 comments:
For what it's worth, I think if anyone can handle a lot of things throw at them at once it is you.
That may not provide much comfort but I hope you know how much we see in you.
Chickens may need therapy. you are probably right.
Oh heck, Vivian. So glad Papa Bear is doing well, but I know what you mean about questioning the numbers on the lab report.
I love your crocheted bears - are they an afghan? Did you make it?
I saw the Ninja you sent George and it is so cute.
George, thank you for your confidence. Do you think there are Poultry Psychiatrists? Those birds are nuts!
Kathy, Those numbers freak me right the heck out. Maybe if I understand them the monster in the closet will prove to just be a shadow. =)
Thank you and yes I crocheted them. The Bears were supposed to be an afghan but Daniel wants me to frame them and have them as a family portrait. lol Daniel was thrilled about the Ninja and now George and I are figuring out the girl version for Jasmine.
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