Yaay for home!! That has got to be a tremendous relief!
Jeans on backwards is better than jeans on upside down.
Quite a feat. I have trouble getting mine on the regular way.
Words are woefully inadequate here. I am glad you have loved ones near. We will be here in whatever virtual capacity we can. ((@Morgyn))
Well. We had the speech and OT evals for Wee Weasel today. It was… stressful. He screamed because he didn’t want to do what they were asking him to do. Unfortunately the therapist had some foam numbers and once he saw those he refused to do anything else. So I was filling out paperwork and trying to listen to the therapists while he was screaming. I just had this realization like, oh, he’s chill at home because we don’t challenge him, but in actual fact he is not all that chill. This is my son, the kid who shrieks like a banshee at perfectly kind strangers when he can’t have the thing he wants immediately. The therapists were nice. They are used to working with autistic kids and said at least he’s not violent, and he does seem to calm down quickly when he’s upset.
He (three years old) has the fine motor skills of a one year and nine month old child. The OT rightly observed that he gives up on anything at the slightest hint of difficulty. We reviewed all of the challenges. There is a lot to work on. They said they are optimistic he will make progress.
So right off the bat we are looking at 5-6 hours of therapy a week… to start. We don’t even have the input of the developmental psychologist yet. No idea how to make this work with a job. My job is being super flexible but I’m beginning to feel like there’s only so much I can take. Sometimes I can’t even believe I’m pulling off this life. Half the time I can’t even focus at work. I didn’t start work today until 2pm.
My husband said we can discuss tonight, he’s got ideas, he says. That’s great because I’m kind of in ADHD meltdown right now. The logistics alone… I couldn’t even talk on the phone with my Aunt about this, I was so overwhelmed, I had to text her instead.
This whole thing is really an emotional rollercoaster.
If it makes you feel any better, most people feel the same way, about their lives.
I’m not minimizing your battles at all! Quite the opposite - you are battling dragons.
Hey, someone in your corner!
It’s a lot to deal with. You’re dealing with a lot.
You’re doing as best as you can.
{ repeat as needed }
I lost weeks of work today. Or rather I need to redo weeks of work. All because of bad advice from somebody I knew I shouldn’t listen to. ARGH!!!
Just wanted to pop in to say {{Morgyn}}
Sending internet hugs, M
Same here. I’m often at a loss for words hearing news like this. Sorry that this is happening to you.
I’m glad you’re home, Morgyn. I’ve got no good advice for your situation, but then again, you don’t need advice right now. It’s good you have friends who can be physically with you along with all us invisible friends who’ll continue to support you as we can from afar.
Spice_Weasel, I didn’t realize the Wee Weasel was quite so wee! You’re doing a great job, getting on all of this so early (for some reason, in my head he was starting Kinder in the fall).
In truly tiny rant territory, my older daughter and my son-in-law finally found a house and bought it and will be doing minor repairs (insulating the attic, painting, some new carpet, etc.) and finally moving in around the end of May. I offered to fly up and help, but made it really clear that she didn’t have to take me up on it if it would be more stressful than helpful to have Mom (not to mention MIL) looking over their shoulders. She did not take me up on it. Which is FINE. But she was chatting with her sister today, and they hatched a plan for the two of us to go up over Memorial Day weekend, flying in on Thursday and back the following Wednesday to avoid the crowds. We booked tickets, I got a hotel… and then my younger daughter looked at the email she got from the site admin for the summer school position she signed up to work. She has training on the day after Memorial Day. So we cancelled the trip and the whole family will go up in mid-July instead. It was soon enough that we won’t have to pay any rebooking fees, and I could theoretically go by myself, but I wasn’t the one she asked, and it would be a little weird.
I know she’s a grown-ass woman, and I know that I can’t invite myself to someone else’s house. But she’s my BABY, and I want to see the HOUSE and I don’t WANT to wait till July! (And my son-in-law’s parents get to see it all the time because they live half an hour away, and it’s NOT FAIR.)
Ahem. Thank you for listening. I’ll go back to being a reasonable adult with appropriate boundaries now.
How old is daughter the younger? IMO if she’s old enough to work, she’s old enough to miss out on you & hubby’s trip to see your other daughter as a consequence of said work. Would it be better for her to come along too? Sure. Is you cancelling your trip due to her oversight / scheduling conflict necessary? No. Is it maybe the least bad solution to an insoluble conflict? Maybe; only you know that.
But your rant totally has the sound of “I must always consider everybody else’s interests before mine, and therefore I am annoyed at losing out this time … Again!” If I’m reading you accurately, the solution lies in you changing the first half of my surmise, not the second.
I too had thought wee weasel was more like late 4yo approaching 5, or maybe even just past his 5th birthday. Excellent news that weasel adults are on the project as early in his life as they are.
My rant: Feels like I’m getting some RSI from too much typing here all day. Might have to disappear for a few weeks. At least it’s the right time of year for a sabbatical.
ARGH!!! indeed… that sounds like my previous job.
Can you share/rant? We’d love to hear the story.
As some of you know, I’m switching careers from scientist to musician. As part of that I’m doing a music degree. One of the instructors, who I knew is a clown, gave me some advice and I followed it (basically a switch in the DAW). Well, I was exporting a piece of music and I forgot to turn on the switch, and when I was looking at the master track I thought it looked more normal to other waveforms I’ve seen. I listened to it and I thought it sounded way better. So I started exporting all of the stuff I’ve been working on for weeks, and they all were sounding better. This meant I needed to redo everything I had done for the past few weeks, pull down my release schedule from the streaming services, and reupload everything. It probably jeopardizes my chance of getting things onto playlists (not that this was likely anyway). Plus, two of the songs had already gone out, so I needed to remaster those and rerelease them. Hopefully, my listeners will find the new versions. And basically, I feel stupid for listening to somebody who I knew was a clown in the first place.
Well, it appears 2023 is my year for medical adventures. Haven’t had one of those for awhile.
Bills are mounting, I’m spending too much of my “time off” on the phone arranging payments, I have a bunch of follow up visits to make, and I’m ready to scream. My eight-month “rainy day fund” is going to be entirely depleted soon, leaving me no more cushion. Could it please stop raining?!? Latest aggravation - sending me information via links to “secure e-mail” that is so secure I can’t get into it! Ahhhgh! I will have my privacy “protected” to the point it kills me!
The upside to this is that none of this so far is life threatening but it’s all stuff that very much should be attended to if I wish to have a long, healthy old age. Which I am still hoping for.
Had a word with my boss yesterday about what’s going on. Said that I would not be able to be as flexible with last-minute schedule changes as I have in the past due to the need to keep appointments, some of which I have to wait months to get due to specialists being booked to the eyebrows. Said thanks for letting her know and she’d support me all the way. She remembers back when I joined the department, when my spouse was terminally ill, and thus I have a track record of being able to juggle work and medical bullshit at the same time.
It’s great having juggling skills, what sucks is needing to use them.
Wow, time is flying by. My gf leaves soon for a girls trip to New Orleans. That means I’m the one who will have to do all the horse and barn work, household chores, yard work, etc. When we discussed this trip during the winter it seemed like no big deal.
Supportive bosses are awesome, although I’m very. very sorry you’re having to employ those juggling skills again.
For those curious, I’m home again. We have discovered that despite anticipating a lot of things, there are a lot more we didn’t. Like the fact that the couch and the recliner are too close to the ground for me to be able to stand up without assistance, which is totally weird to me.
I get my first transfusion on Tuesday. They said it would take SEVEN HOURS. I don’t know if I’ll sleep the whole time or try to read from my kindle.
My credit card is starting to smoke.
Ordered a lifting recliner, a waterproof cover for the recliner, a 2nd commode seat, all sorts of piddle pads (washable and disposable), and a PureWick system, which I hope will remove needing piddle pads during the night at least, but if I need them, I got them.
The recliner was on clearance, and it heats you up if you want and also massages you.
Also preordered a book publishing in November, because I want to have something good to look forward to that implies a future.
Sad to hear of the whole stinkin’ situation, but speaking from experience this:
is the Trifecta of Goodnes and make part of your days a lot nicer.
Why do dogs and cats only throw up on carpeting when there is perfectly good tile 1 foot away?
Also a bonus for waking me up this morning with the retching sound.
My dog loves to puke on pillows.
I’ve got severe stenosis in my neck. The neurosurgeon I met with Wednesday (actually, the PA) wants to fuse C5-C7. I am less than enthused. I’d lose mountain biking, dirt biking, Scuba and who knows what else. Anything where you have to tip your head back. Plus 3 months in a neck brace without driving. I might go insane. And that’s a positive spin.