But aside from that, she's still completely normal
Really quick so I can get it in at 8 –
I just spent the last half hour trying to explain why Bleach, a show on Cartoon Network’s Adult Swim, is inappropriate for my oldest son.
I had to use the words 9 year old, cartoon, and panties in the same sentence. That should never happen.
Considering I grew up with the Smurfs, I understand why my 77 year old mother doesn’t get it, but sheesh! I’m trying to do blogathon here. And with THAT – I’m grabbing my dinner.
After a very long search, I finally found my flip, so possible video entries coming. While I’m figuring that out…
Poe went and bought a rubber duckie that goes in our pool. It holds a chlorine tablet inside it. The instant I saw it Poe and I started singing “Rubber Ducky” (you know – Ernie from Sesame Street?)
Rubber Ducky… You’re the one!
You make bath time lots of fun!
Joseph heard us. “Guys stop. I’ve heard the song. It’s creepy.”
There ya go.
Poe might maybe potentially have a job. We’ll see. This is good. I’ve got to get him out of this house.
The kids are doing well. They’re taking swimming lessons at the local Y, because they just didn’t want to listen to us when we’re in a pool – too much going on. But now, they’re getting good basics, so I’m happy.
Another brief mention on Joseph. We’ve started him on medication. It was a long time coming, and we finally came to the conclusion that the benefits finally seriously outweighed the risks. That’s all I’ll say on that – I don’t feel comfortable mentioning which one here (that’s a first!) but so far, we’re pleased. He had the opportunity to make seriously wrong choices, and for the first time, he didn’t.
Saturday is coming fast. I’m wondering if I should create some kind of theme for the Blogathon? I don’t know. I haven’t got much in the way of pledges. A flat $55. But that’s more than Fisher House would have had, right? I’m hoping to garner more interest, but it’s hard since BlogHer is happening at the same time, and everyone’s interested in that instead.
Rather than go through the whole spiel, I’m going to copy an email with identifiers edited. Suffice it to say that we have been dealing with this issue for MONTHS. In those months, poor Joseph has been going downhill. And it might not have been necessary.
from: Michele {email}
to Dr. Therapist {email}
cc Poe {email}, Dr. District
date Thu, Jun 11, 2009 at 11:49 AM
subject Regarding Joseph {last name}Hi Dr. Therapist,
Please feel free to forward this email to any administrative personnel who handle such things. I’ve also CC’d my husband and Dr. District with our school district.
I write, in all honesty, with some frustration. Skipping details, the point is that everyone involved in Joseph’s case felt that consulting with a psychiatrist, and investigating if medication for anxiety (or anything else) might be appropriate at this stage for Joseph. When the subject was broached, in was basically shut down by {Big Therapy Center}, because it wasn’t part of his plan. So Dr. District went ahead and requested that his {State Treatment Plan} be officially evaluated to add this to his program.
Today, we met with Dr. Big State. She was his initial evaluator in 2007. We went through his case updating it from 2007. She was confused as to why she called upon to do this. Why? Because psychiatric care and medication prescription is already a part of his plan.
{Big Therapy Center} has his {State Treatment Plan} plan. Twice actually, once when he initially started treatment there, and I sent another copy when it was somehow lost. You’ll see his recommendations on pages 7 and 8.
“The Department of Mental Health finds that Joseph {last name} qualifies for mental health services under {State Treatment Plan}. {Various treatment recommendations redacted.} , medication evaluation and follow-up by a psychiatrist if medications are prescribed.”
Dr. Big State is going to write an addendum and say the exact same thing. “Yep, you’re qualified… and already were.” She went further on to say that this is the standard wording, and is ALWAYS included, unless the individual does not qualify for {State Treatment Plan} in the first place.
So. When can we make an appointment with the psychiatrist?
–Michele
Mother of Joseph {last name}
My anger is frothing.
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I just got home from a concert of Joseph’s 3rd grade class. Three classes, playing their recorders. I suppose less is more in describing that one. Heh.
I’ll be uploading videos onto my YouTube account today maybe. We’ll see. Or maybe Vimeo. Last time I tried YouTube, it hated me. I won’t post it here though – I just want the final product in the clouds as well as on my hard drive. Got a ton of photos to go through as well – need to picnic and flickr those.
We still haven’t heard from Poe’s job prospect. They did call and tell him that they haven’t forgotten him, they’re just still thinking about it (they would be adding a whole department just for him.) Understandable. But itchy.
El Dinero es nunca. No Money. Going to use a credit card for groceries this week. We don’t use credit anymore, so you know we’re desperate. But, God provides. Faith. I’m trying to. I keep trying to refocus my thoughts on God and His promises. I won’t pretend that it’s not a struggle.
But, on a lighter note – here’s a couple of pictures of what we’ve been up to.
Beach in March
Joseph Turned 9
Logan Turned 7
Joseph's Team Won the Championships
Joseph's Class had a Concert
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