But aside from that, she's still completely normal
I took Logan with me to the grocery store the other day.
As we were leaving we passed a Salvation Army bell ringer. Logan asked who he was. I’m sure that looks strange to a child. A man just standing outside a store ringing a bell. Anyway, I told him that the man was hoping for some cash or change, and that they use that money to help people with things like clothes and food that don’t have the money for it. Logan said, “But, Mom, we should talk to him! That’s us!”
Sigh.
A quick update around here… Poe has been on 4 interviews in the past week – all in relation to security and his guard card and firearms permit. To put that in perspective: He had 4 interviews prior to this in the entire year and a half he’s been out of work ranging from landscaping to pizza delivery to his educational career (architectural drafting.) Perhaps this career shift was a smart move on our part? We shall see. His interview yesterday he really really wants. It’s for a major museum, and he said the employee atmosphere was “like family – like WB used to be.” We shall see. Please keep us in your prayers, as I think his unemployment ends pretty soon. Like in the next two weeks. But we’re trying our best and I guess that’s truly all we can do. Do our best and give it up in prayer.
The boys are okay. Driving us crazy being out of school. Annoying each other has been their pastime. We’re going camping again in a couple weeks. That’ll be a good distraction for them.
I’m having a terrible time getting motivated to do anything. I was sick for a couple of days, and coupled with the major heat, it just has drained me. I’m trying to get back in the swing of my routine, but it’s been rather difficult to do. Everyone else has that “summer vacation” attitude and it’s making it difficult for me to be in work mode. But I’m trying. My supplemental income is keeping us in food.
I have realized something. Summer is not my friend. No, not the heat. For southern California, it’s been rather mild. I’m talking about the whole relaxed atmosphere.
On school days, I get up between 5 and 6 am. As a result, I get quite a few things done before the kids wake. Once they’re at school, I have the preliminaries out of the way and I can work. Getting up late, and then the kids getting up means everything takes twice as much time. Alas, this means I have to start getting up at the normal school year time.
I hate being a grownup.
My mom went into the hospital again last night. She hadn’t eaten in two days and kept vomiting old blood. The pain was finally bad enough that she willingly went.
They drained a ton of blood out. She had an endoscopy today, and they found food. Food that was two days old, and just wasn’t digesting. She’s feeling much better, now that she’s been on a lot of pain medication and they took the stuff out. She’s having an upper GI series tomorrow to see if they can pinpoint whether there’s a blockage, or she’s just not digesting for some reason.
I kept fighting myself to go to the hospital. I REALLY did not want to go, but I should. I didn’t have a clue as to why I was so reluctant. And right about the time I was ready to go, the school called. Joseph was sick, and I had to pick him up. Mother’s intuition? I don’t know.
Let’s go with good first. Joseph and his diagnosis. I’ve been pretty forthright here about his issues. I haven’t said what meds he’s on, or our specific therapeutic choices. Suffice it to say – we’re on it. However, after our foray into the psychiatric hospital system, the discharge diagnosis was bipolar disorder. Well – one therapist agreed, and one psychiatrist disagreed. On the one hand, something that’s treatable! On the other hand, lifelong medications, and an increased risk list the size of my arm. We had the opportunity, however, to participate in a children’s bipolar study at UCLA. After 5 hours of testing and talking, talking and testing (there was a break in there so the doctor could do an awake brain surgery oh my jesus ::shiver::) Here’s something fascinating. He couldn’t have participated in the study (regardless of diagnosis.) He’s left handed. Lefty’s have a different brain mapping than righty’s and so they wouldn’t have been able to compare brain maps of apples to apples. I find that fascinating. Anyway – They came to the conclusion that he is NOT bipolar. However, they were able to diagnose social phobia, mood disorder NOS (actually clinical depression, but can’t call it that as the time involved doesn’t meet the clinical requirements) and ADHD Inattentive Type (in otherwords, no hyperactivity.) All of this? Feels MUCH more like him than other diagnoses we’ve had. And so we move on from here with that.
Now the bad. My mom’s in the hospital again. Vomiting blood, transfusions, heart rate going down to 33. They got her heart rate up again, however, she’s vomiting blood again. Things were looking up, but now not so much. Prayers appreciated. I’m sticking close to home in case I get “called” to the hospital. Those are not good calls.
And the yuck, but not life and death yuck – we have no toilets. We have to be roto-rootered, but that has to be done from the roof, as their equipment won’t fit under the house. But they won’t come to our roof. Something about not wanting to be struck by lightening we’re having right now. Sheesh! And, on top of everything else, I’m planning a bachelorette party, and am a Matron of Honor in a wedding in three weeks.
I’ve always had broad shoulders. I guess I’m just having to use them.
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