I shudder to think of what I'd feel like right now without the bubbly goodness of Alka Seltzer Plus cold medicing roiling through my tired veins. Even on the sauce, my nose is running, I"m sneezing like someone's sick idea of a cartoon joke and every time I blow my nose, the goop in my left nostril tries to exit via my eyelid.
I managed to make it to work, though. I'm sure my coworkers appreciate the plague I'm spreading via every doorknob.
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Once when I was in high school I had a sinus infection that spread into my eyes. It wasn't pinkeye, it was a sinus infection, and every time I would blink my right eye, a think film of yellowish-green goo would spread itself over my eyelid, almost completely obscuring my vision. So attractive.
In a way, I'm grateful for the fuzzy wooziness of my brain right now. It provides an insulating blanket between me and life.
I just managed to get a new evaluation appointment set up for my little guy with a psychiatrist in a couple of weeks. That's unheard of around here, this doctor and most of the others have a 3 month wait for new patients, but we managed to call right after somebody cancelled so we got lucky. Lucky is a rather dubious term, but lucky it is, to get in before the end of year while our deductibles are all met, lucky to see the doctor who already knows him because he treats my daughter too, lucky to have a teacher who communicates so well on what she sees in the classroom so that there's no disconnect between what we think is going on and what is actually happening during the school day. He's still struggling. He's in the right place, no doubt, but still struggling. And the teacher is kind of surprised that he doesn't have a certain diagnosis, because behaviorally he is so similar to the other kids in her class that have that particular issue. I had ruled it out before because there were a couple of symptoms that didn't seem to be a match, but looking at it more than a year later with kindergarten behind us and current behaviors in our face, I'm shocked it didn't stand out for me before now.
I don't want to put it out here yet, because with kids a lot of issues that might seem like one thing can actually be something else. So I'm going to try to just be patient and open-minded and see what the eval results tell us, then we go forward from there.
All I really care about, ultimately, is that we know enough to provide him the right kind of support. It doesn't matter whether he has diagnosis A, B or C -- it is what it is, all that changes is how we help him cope.
I spent the obligatory hour on the phone with three different people at the insurance company yesterday, only to end up with a referral to a psychiatrist who, as it turns out, doesn't actually do pediatrics. But that landed us with the resident psych at the center who does, and we already know him, so that should be good, right? Still, its frustrating. We're also being assigned to a dedicated team by the insurance company who are supposed to provide me with as many local resources as they can find for me within a week.
Fortunately, my wine rack is well stocked right now, its a Friday night, and the kids are at their dad's for a few days. I have some time for a pity-party before I need to lift my chin up and buckle my seat belt. Of course, with the cold medicine I'm not really sure I'll need the wine, and with a clogged schnozz I probably wouldn't enjoy it anway.