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So today I'm home with ThingTwo, who had his wisdom teeth out this morning. It went well--they weren't coming in sideways, and the roots were undeveloped, and so not grown into anything else--but he's still pretty sedated. Plus, y'know, chipmunk cheeks like whoa.
They prescribed valium both last night and this morning, and he didn't take the vyvance that counters the sleepies in his geodon, plus they sedated him, so he's pretty zonked. On the whole, I don't necessarily think that's a bad thing. It's harder to be miserable when you're out cold.
update: Now we're to the miserable and whiny stage, only he's still too out of it to either be making sense, or understanding me. I've finally chivvied him back to bed; I'm hoping that the next wake-up he's a bit more actually awake.
I knew it would come to this. I knew it, and I had the prescience to say it to Hubby just last week.
ThingOne is joining the Navy.
He's in a bad spot. He's got no job, no prospects of a job, and student debt. Part of it is he's in an economically depressed area and there are only a few jobs, and the other part is he's competing with people with years of experience (who've been laid off) for those few job.
Also, he's been wanting to do this since high school. We talked him out of it (more like, flat out told him no) years ago, but things have changed. For those of you who suffered through with me when it was happening, you'll remember he was diagnosed with Asperger's. Then, clearly. Now, with some maturity and real-life practice, if you didn't know, you wouldn't know. He comes across as a fairly ordinary kid, with some quirks. The military wants to know how functional he is-he's got a degree and lives on his own. (well, with a friend's family and on my allowance, but you get what I mean)
So Hubby (former Navy, also former recruiter) sat in with ThingOne on a conference call this morning, while ThingOne was at the recruiter's office.
aside: I can't decide if that makes Hubby the recruiters best friend-former Navy, pro military, etc; or his worst nightmare-former recruiter, knows all the tips and tricks. i.e. Hubby called a buddy last night. Buddy is currently a recruiter, so Hubby got the lowdown on the latest...and made sure to tell today's recruiter that. Not to mention he seriously outranked today's guy.
Sorry, got sidetracked.
Anyway. ThingOne says he's going to "think about it", but in the meantime, can I please send him his birth cert, diploma and medical record where it mentions his fish allergy?
Uh huh. Last night he said he's been thinking about this--seriously--since he lost his job. That's probably true, but the Navy was always his Plan A, so I'm not surprised he's doing it now, all things considered.