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Finally quiet aroound here
Jan. 19th, 2008 02:52 amAnother crazy, busy day. But good.
Woke up late for mine and Thomas's doctor (psychpro) appts, got there late for mine, but really early for his, and she just sees us at the same time really, anyway, so it was okay, we were still both done before the next patient was there. She's just monitoring meds really, anyway. I've had better and worse depression for 25 years now, and it's really really under control, the government and Blue Cross just won't let me prescribe without that medical license... alas.... And basically the same with Thomas. I go in and tell her what's going on (anxiety-wise, there is no drug for autism) and she and I decide what to keep or change. But she's one of the better medpros I've known (and I've known more than a few dozens). She treats me like I have a brain, and the right to make decisions about my own body, and trusts me to know myself and be honest and aware about myself. She keeps me up on new drugs/articles/clinical experiences she's come across and together we decide what applies. I respect her, because she respects me. Same with Thomas. She sees at least 10, maybe 15 patients a day. I have only Thomas. I am an expert on Thomas. And on Autism. And she uses that resource. Unlike many many doctors who must always be not just right, but omnipotent. Yes, I meant to be ranting about medpros at 3AM.
The monthly Asperger's mom's support group luncheon (something I didn't start out in charge of, but somehow have gotten to be) went well. Nobody new, but a good group of ladies with things to ask and things to offer. Our token dad, Tyler was there, and he always makes the lunches more interesting. Actually, counting Thomas (my Aspie) there were three men there. I convinced Mark to meet us there for the first time. He ate, and left before anyone else so he could get back to he office, but it was nice to have him there, and have him hear other parents talk. And good to prove to a couple of the ladies that I really do have a husband and didn't just make him up. He never comes to anything. There are women I've known for years in that circle, and also through homeschooling, that have never met him.
After lunch, somehow Thomas and I found ourselves at Books-a-Million. Don't know. One minute we were driving home, the next we're standing there with books in our little hands. I really must get back to my Booksaholics Anonymous meetings. I'm a charter member, with permanent gold club status. I still have a pile of maybe 12 books that my mother passed on to me from the last time I was home, and some others I've bought that I sill haven't read, and all the unread fanfic out there....
Also Mat was here this afternoon/evening, in town from UAB. He hung out, and ate supper with us, then Rhiannon came and picked him up to take him back to her parent's house for the evening. They'll go back to Birmingham tomorrow. They don't spend the night here. I'm disappointed, but I understand. and Mark doesn't want them to -- the whole seriously Catholic thing. So they stay over at the cool parents house. Ah well
So now, I guess I'm unwound enough from the day to go to sleep. I just have to have time just to myself, in the quiet, everyday. And mostly that doesn't happen until everyone's gone to bed.
Woke up late for mine and Thomas's doctor (psychpro) appts, got there late for mine, but really early for his, and she just sees us at the same time really, anyway, so it was okay, we were still both done before the next patient was there. She's just monitoring meds really, anyway. I've had better and worse depression for 25 years now, and it's really really under control, the government and Blue Cross just won't let me prescribe without that medical license... alas.... And basically the same with Thomas. I go in and tell her what's going on (anxiety-wise, there is no drug for autism) and she and I decide what to keep or change. But she's one of the better medpros I've known (and I've known more than a few dozens). She treats me like I have a brain, and the right to make decisions about my own body, and trusts me to know myself and be honest and aware about myself. She keeps me up on new drugs/articles/clinical experiences she's come across and together we decide what applies. I respect her, because she respects me. Same with Thomas. She sees at least 10, maybe 15 patients a day. I have only Thomas. I am an expert on Thomas. And on Autism. And she uses that resource. Unlike many many doctors who must always be not just right, but omnipotent. Yes, I meant to be ranting about medpros at 3AM.
The monthly Asperger's mom's support group luncheon (something I didn't start out in charge of, but somehow have gotten to be) went well. Nobody new, but a good group of ladies with things to ask and things to offer. Our token dad, Tyler was there, and he always makes the lunches more interesting. Actually, counting Thomas (my Aspie) there were three men there. I convinced Mark to meet us there for the first time. He ate, and left before anyone else so he could get back to he office, but it was nice to have him there, and have him hear other parents talk. And good to prove to a couple of the ladies that I really do have a husband and didn't just make him up. He never comes to anything. There are women I've known for years in that circle, and also through homeschooling, that have never met him.
After lunch, somehow Thomas and I found ourselves at Books-a-Million. Don't know. One minute we were driving home, the next we're standing there with books in our little hands. I really must get back to my Booksaholics Anonymous meetings. I'm a charter member, with permanent gold club status. I still have a pile of maybe 12 books that my mother passed on to me from the last time I was home, and some others I've bought that I sill haven't read, and all the unread fanfic out there....
Also Mat was here this afternoon/evening, in town from UAB. He hung out, and ate supper with us, then Rhiannon came and picked him up to take him back to her parent's house for the evening. They'll go back to Birmingham tomorrow. They don't spend the night here. I'm disappointed, but I understand. and Mark doesn't want them to -- the whole seriously Catholic thing. So they stay over at the cool parents house. Ah well
So now, I guess I'm unwound enough from the day to go to sleep. I just have to have time just to myself, in the quiet, everyday. And mostly that doesn't happen until everyone's gone to bed.