Please tell me who the new folks are so I can avoid this bullshit. I bitch about my pharmacy all the time, but as least Walgreens tells me the prescription name.
This is my employer’s mail order pharmacy service. Not a retail outfit. I wouldn’t use these goofs if I had a choice. But I don’t have any choice.
You are not failing, seems to me you’re doing everything right (except the catastrophising, but you’ve even recognised and can deal with that). Plenty of people don’t get properly assessed and diagnosed until teens or adulthood. You’ve caught it (whatever ‘it’ is) pretty early.
Yes, The Committee is thorough.
This is weird, but one thing that helped me put it in perspective was talking to my grandmother today. She visited. I have long suspected my grandfather is autistic, since before it became a concern for my son. As we were looking at family history with respect to Wee Weasel it came up again. And I was reluctant to broach it with my grandmother. I wasn’t sure how she would react.
But she actually brought it up herself! Because my grandfather’s response to “Wee Weasel has no apparent interest in other children”, was “Well that’s normal. I was the same way.” So as I’m relating the issues my kid’s having, she burst out, “Oh my gosh! Grandpa is autistic! That explains so much!”
I have no idea if she is going to relay this back to him. Wouldn’t it be something else to find out at 84 years old why you feel so different from other people? For as long as I’ve known him, he has told me he doesn’t understand the way other people think. I know it’s been a lifelong mystery to him.
My grandfather is a highly intelligent and deeply flawed man. I don’t want to get into the terrible things he did in the past. But he’s always been good to me, and in my family you take the best you can from people who love you. He’s the closest thing I have to a father. And I realized despite all his flaws, despite not knowing how to handle his meltdowns and flying into rages, and being so disconnected and socially awkward, never even having a name for why he felt different, he had a successful career for his entire working life doing engineering stuff for an electric company - a job he loved so much he still talks about it - and he found a woman, his second wife, who really does meet him where he is and has always accepted his differences… And he has helped to raise heaps upon heaps of grandchildren who adore him. Also the man loves his cats.
So we are in a position now where we can help give my son the skills my grandfather didn’t have, to avoid those destructive behaviors, while hopefully taking the best of my grandfather’s strengths. Not exactly the family legacy I imagined, but it really made me see both my son and my grandfather in a different way. And it’s actually pretty cool. The next time I see him, I’m going to say, “Grandpa, I think our son is a lot like you.” And I know he will approve.
Yaay!!!
It’s 7am here and that’s by far the best thing I will hear about all day. Congratulations on the insight and the progress!
I wish I could say I did. I’ve gone from a nasty norovirus toa minor heartattack that’s lead to the discovery of “masses” on my liver and pancreas.
I wanna go home and cuddle my cat.
Good heavens!
Oh, Jesus. Wishing you all manner of feline-assisted healing.
Oh Hell… I didn’t mean to cause you any of that…
You didn’t. Might be a good thing the first two happened. No telling when the third could have been found if they hadn’t!
In about 1/2 an hour they’ll take this heparin drip out and the pump will stop screaming at me, which will improve things a lot.
In an actual mini rant- Due to a long story (which rates at least a regular sized rant) I am no longer on Concerta/methylphenidate for my ADD. I started Guanfacine last Wednesday. It seems to be working and I can concentrate again. However, I have great difficulty staying awake 9 hours a day. I will be calling my psychiatrist tomorrow for advice.
OMG, it has turned you into a cat!
My god! I hope they turn out to be nothing. I’m so sorry you have to deal with this.
Jeez, @Morgyn! That mini-rant escalated quickly. I hope you’re getting well and feeling better soon.
This weekend I was talking to a stranger about her cats. She was telling me about all the problems her cats have had and about all the care she has had to provide. I was feeling pretty bad for her. I guess she adopts “special needs” cats.
Then she told me about how caring for the cats helps to fill the empty space in her heart that she has endured since she lost her kids! OMG, she looks to be in her 30s, so I assumed she lost her kids in an accident/fire/whatever, not to old age.
I told her how sorry I was about her kids, and she informed me she was a Christian, and the government took her kids because of her religious beliefs. OooooooKay, now things got weird. The devil is in the details. She married her husband for sickness/health, 'til death do they part. He became sick and molested the kids. She stood by him and the state took her kids.
I’m done talking to strangers.
Our garbage haulers (excuse me, waste management firm) sent out a notice that after over a decade of providing recycling services, they are being phased out because of insufficient participation and thus lack of economic viability. So if we’re going to keep recycling plastics, cans and cardboard I’ll have to haul bags to the downtown facility, which will no doubt be a crap-fest.
A hearty fuck you to all the dopes in my area who couldn’t be bothered to pay a little extra for recycling.
*we also lack a mechanism for safely and conveniently recycling pesticides, paints and other chemical wastes, and inquiries to local and state agencies have gone unanswered. I don’t want to think about how this stuff is getting disposed of locally.
Hah! My town doesn’t have recycling. A few years ago they provided a trailer where we could take glass, plastics, cardboard, etc. We started using it and it felt great. After a couple of months they stopped the program.
Why? Not due to “insufficient participation” but rather the opposite. Local bars/restaurants were bringing their bottles and cans, and the program was meant for residential use only.
A dog was abandoned with us a few weeks ago. Found as a stray, owner was known, he said he’d pick up the dog when he was back from his vacation, never did. He told us the dog wasn’t good with small children, but little else. Spent some time getting to know the dog, getting him ready for adoption, and posted him on social media for adoption. Adoption posts are written from the pet’s perspective (yes, it’s cutesy, but it’s extremely effective) and said that he needed humans who would respect his boundaries and that he did not like or want to live with any “human puppies” because they can be oblivious to that kind of thing.
Well, apparently the dog bit a kid in the face and the mother was stalking the page and IMMEDIATELY posted photos of her kid’s bitten face. The post was taken down right away and the dog will be euthanized. Congrats. Why she didn’t call the shelter and share that info with us since she obviously knew where he was instead of doing it in public… I can’t say. So she screenshotted the post and re-posted it on her page full of screaming outrage because she’s sure it was entirely directed at her and her child. The details don’t match up, but of course, that has to be because we’re lying, not because it didn’t actually have anything to do with her.
Turns out she’s got a whole mommy warrior army and they’re out for blood. How dare I write such hurtful lies about this mother? How could we put the dog up for adoption if we didn’t have all the information? They’ve been calling the shelter demanding that I be fired, demanding that this dog and other animals be euthanized, messaging me personally and commenting on my personal page, even messaging members of my family to tell them what an awful person I am for launching a campaign of hate against an innocent traumatized child.
So it’s been a great week.
We’ve also had, basically since the first of the year, each person in the office be out for one reason or another at least two or three days every week, which means I have to fill in there on top of trying to do my own job. Saturday (when we’re always slammed from the second we arrive til the second we leave) was one of those days and I was SO ready to just try to disconnect from that fucking place and maybe like… go get myself pancakes to celebrate getting through the week. By the time I got home, I had a full on crippled-and-puking migraine, so that was a no-go.
So I did get a day off yesterday, but my little monster of a dog could not go thirty seconds without trying to break or destroy something. While I was in the shower, he found a way to climb up onto my art supply shelf and destroyed the pen to my drawing tablet and a whole set of watercolors (in the tubes, so it was very messy). He did not want to play with any of his gabillion toys. He wanted to gnaw on the arm of the couch or knock my drink over or try to dig a hole through the refrigerator door or leap in the air to rip my coat down from the hook or whatever it was at that particular second.
I make jokes about how I thought I was adopting a grumpy old man senior chihuahua and ended up with a husky puppy on cocaine, but when you’re not feeling well and you’ve had the kind of week I’ve had and this little dog is just determined to be an unstoppable force of destruction and chaos, it’s not really all that funny. I know it’s not his fault and I know he’s probably picking up on my stress and that’s what’s got him in such rare form, but… god, I just need one thing to be easy right now.