Today its my birthday.
I am 38 years young.
I am still sick.
Last night I woke up and have never experienced swelling in my lymph notes that I did at 3am. My entire neck was stiff and sore and my throat on fire. After a week of feeling better, feeling worse, feeling horrible, I knew that it was time to go to the doctor. I had lost my insurance after Izzy was born and had to buy new insurance, which meant a new primary care doctor. Like a fool, I had skipped out on that new patient appointment and found myself in a bit of a bind this morning. Luckily, the clinic "recognized" my name because they see my children for dental care there- and they were able to break some rules and get me in. I was most thankful.
Yesterday our son who has been accused of horrible things by his mentally ill sister was interviewed by CPS. Things went well as expected and he actually seemed far more forgiving then I have felt all along. Then I felt like a bitch and horrible mother because my son was able to rise above it more than I was. I am a work in progress with this forgiveness stuff and definitely feel its my duty to keep the peace in the family. The CPS supervisor will decide if they have to interview all the children or not. The investigator really didn't want to have to put all the kids through that. They aren't stupid, they know who CPS is, most of them lived in foster or lived through "being away from family" at some point. We would ask for your prayers that they don't have to interview all the kids. If they decide to, we pray that it can be done at home, in a casual way, that doesn't disturb them anymore than they have already been disturbed by things that they have seen and heard. Once they decide what to do with the other children then the investigation essentially will be over. Praise God. We can move on AGAIN.
Or is it- can we move on AGAIN?
Today I had another favor done for me. A mental health clinic where our ill daughter doesn't go for care, had agreed and arranged for her to be evaluated by a child psychiatrist for a second opinion on her medications. They didn't have to see her, and they didn't have to get things arranged so quickly. But they did. I am MOST thankful. So today the social worker brought our daughter to the doctor where we were waiting. She didn't want to talk with me in the room, so I waited in the hallway. I had time to talk to the doctor before she got there so the doctor had the heads up on what we were dealing with. Her medication was adjusted and she goes back in two weeks. Most thankful indeed.
Yesterday was my fourth phone call from the school district about Jude getting evaluated for developmental preschool. If you have been a blog reader for a long time, you might remember the issues that we had getting AJ into the developmental preschool. Because Jude tends to be just as bright as AJ we thought we might have issues. They both have amazing verbal and communication skills. However, they both have Spina Bifida and significant medical issues that make it impossible for them to attend any other preschool in our area. Not to mention the significant physical delays. And the fact that we KNOW that kiddos with SB have learning difficulties as the learning becomes more challenging. So the preschool evaluators keep calling changing the date and the method they are going to use to evaluate Jude. And yesterday they called me combative on the phone because I was getting frustrated. If trying to advocate for my child and losing my patience at your ever changing scheduling means that I am combative, I will remain combative for eternity, OK? After giving her the additional background information on my experiences thus far she was more understanding. I am just praying that things go OK next week and that they accept him into preschool. I am running out of energy!!
Well I am going now and going to lounge on the couch in my pajamas with my box of tissues for my special birthday dinner made by Daddy. (Soup warmed up!) Last night I got my "birthday eve" back rub. Tonight I am hoping for my "birthday back rub" and tomorrow my "post birthday foot rub." Think I can pull it off?