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I'm going to try posting for the first time in months here. I've been all about the FB, but not the LJ....I know, I'm bad.
So, let's see, what's new.....so my dad is living with us. Him and my mom split up several months ago. Mom has a cute (although teeny tiny) apartment downtown and my dad has been living in his car. Yes, living in his car was totally by choice...he's done it before. Kind of his hippie/nothing tying him down thing. So he had been parking on his friend's property and occasionally sleeping in said friend's garage. But by December it was just too damn cold. So he called and asked if he could move in until he can get his own apartment. Of course we said yes. Well, I should rephrase....*I* said yes. Tom is a little irritated....not so much that it's a problem though. So dad is in the process of getting on disability. He can get it for physical stuff because of his knee replacement. But he can also get it for his mental health issues (severe anxiety disorder, clinical depression, PTSD, ADD). Hopefully it'll go through soon. That would also get him health insurance.
Scotty is doing well. He was horribly sick last month, but we managed to keep him out of the hospital. Seriously, he was so sick he couldn't walk. Dr. Liu carried him around his office and then got him a wheelchair to get out to the car. It was awful. He survived though and now he's doing fine. He lost three pounds during the illness, but he's gained it back now. He's been bumped up to four feedings a day to try and get his weight going again. We got his first report card too. He's doing.....ok in school. He's pretty delayed compared to the other kids. But not so much that he needs special ed. He's super cute though and that will get him through life. It's worked for me.
Hunter had an interesting experience last week. My ex called me and said that Hunter had passed out. Of course he hadn't taken him to the hospital because he needed me to tell him that that's what he should do....sigh. So we rushed him to the ER. The story was this: He'd been feeling sick and assumed that he just had a little cold. Then he gets up in the middle of the night to pee and passes out in the bathroom. He wakes up on the floor tangled in the toilet paper dispenser and towel rack, which had been torn off the wall when he fell. Pickes himself up and heads to the kitchen for a glass of water (no, it didn't even occur to him to wake his dad up). He passed out in the kitchen and hit the floor so hard with his face that he broke out his front tooth. Anyway, turned out that his "cold" was pneumonia and strep. They got him on meds and then I took him to the dentist to have the tooth repaired. He was really embarrassed about having no front tooth. Plus the nerves were exposed *shudder*. He feels much better now. Last time I had pneumonia it took me 6 weeks to recover. He did it in three days.
What else should I talk about? I'm in the midst of changing my crazy meds. My mood stabalizer is making me gain weight, so we're cross tapering off of it and on to another one. Hopefully that'll work. My therapy is going well too. I graduated to every other week and I'm still quite proud of myself. Three years ago I couldn't leave the house without a panic attack....now I'm pretty fucking functional.
Hmmm....I can't think of anything else right now. But at least this is a start.
So, let's see, what's new.....so my dad is living with us. Him and my mom split up several months ago. Mom has a cute (although teeny tiny) apartment downtown and my dad has been living in his car. Yes, living in his car was totally by choice...he's done it before. Kind of his hippie/nothing tying him down thing. So he had been parking on his friend's property and occasionally sleeping in said friend's garage. But by December it was just too damn cold. So he called and asked if he could move in until he can get his own apartment. Of course we said yes. Well, I should rephrase....*I* said yes. Tom is a little irritated....not so much that it's a problem though. So dad is in the process of getting on disability. He can get it for physical stuff because of his knee replacement. But he can also get it for his mental health issues (severe anxiety disorder, clinical depression, PTSD, ADD). Hopefully it'll go through soon. That would also get him health insurance.
Scotty is doing well. He was horribly sick last month, but we managed to keep him out of the hospital. Seriously, he was so sick he couldn't walk. Dr. Liu carried him around his office and then got him a wheelchair to get out to the car. It was awful. He survived though and now he's doing fine. He lost three pounds during the illness, but he's gained it back now. He's been bumped up to four feedings a day to try and get his weight going again. We got his first report card too. He's doing.....ok in school. He's pretty delayed compared to the other kids. But not so much that he needs special ed. He's super cute though and that will get him through life. It's worked for me.
Hunter had an interesting experience last week. My ex called me and said that Hunter had passed out. Of course he hadn't taken him to the hospital because he needed me to tell him that that's what he should do....sigh. So we rushed him to the ER. The story was this: He'd been feeling sick and assumed that he just had a little cold. Then he gets up in the middle of the night to pee and passes out in the bathroom. He wakes up on the floor tangled in the toilet paper dispenser and towel rack, which had been torn off the wall when he fell. Pickes himself up and heads to the kitchen for a glass of water (no, it didn't even occur to him to wake his dad up). He passed out in the kitchen and hit the floor so hard with his face that he broke out his front tooth. Anyway, turned out that his "cold" was pneumonia and strep. They got him on meds and then I took him to the dentist to have the tooth repaired. He was really embarrassed about having no front tooth. Plus the nerves were exposed *shudder*. He feels much better now. Last time I had pneumonia it took me 6 weeks to recover. He did it in three days.
What else should I talk about? I'm in the midst of changing my crazy meds. My mood stabalizer is making me gain weight, so we're cross tapering off of it and on to another one. Hopefully that'll work. My therapy is going well too. I graduated to every other week and I'm still quite proud of myself. Three years ago I couldn't leave the house without a panic attack....now I'm pretty fucking functional.
Hmmm....I can't think of anything else right now. But at least this is a start.