Boys look lovely in Magenta--8/23/02
One look at the wild woman from the dungeon, coming quickly into the den was enough to make both boys run. I took the gameboy and put it in it's rightful place. That is on top of the refrigerator until a compromise could be reached.
I came back down to the dungeon, bringing Banshee child with me so she could regroup. Her curious twin brother followed. While I was on the Noggin.com site to entertain Banshee child a bit, Curious twin brother decided a bottle of ink jet refill could be reached easily, thanks to an older devil brother taking it out of its casing. I turned around just in time to see Colin resembling a child with a full-body magenta birthmark! From his shoulders, down his belly, drip marks down his legs and lobster-colored feet he was covered.
I first began to worry about poison. I looked immediately at the label, and it said NON-TOXIC. I love the other warning, however.
"Will stain skin. Flush area immediately".
It was stupid of me to put the ink on a very-high top shelf where devil child (Ryan) would be tempted into trying to get it down and then feeling the satisfaction of doing so. Even more stupid of me not to notice it hidden behind all the papers on my dresser that I use as a scanner/printer table.
Thankfully, Autistic/PDD children at this age very rarely put things into their mouth, avoiding the sensory effects that it causes. Colin simply used it as body paint in order to make his own fashion statement.
Fearing a skin reaction, I ran him upstairs to the tub. Molly commented that she liked the color of the water, and could she use it to dye a white shirt. It is probably the pandemonium in this house that makes everyone so nonchalant about such things, which is really kind of good in a way. Panic very rarely shows on the outside.
The ink only came off a little. Fearing that my son would be scarred for life as the man with the Magenta Penis, I immediately came onto the net and did a find on PRINTER INK SPILLED ON SKIN. (I tried ink spilled on penis, but I won't mention what I found on that search).
Bleach and water did the trick, followed by aloe soap washing afterwards. Thankfully, his little penis is not only completely sterile, it smells of aloe as well.
Ralph came in at 10 am, where I immediately ran to the safety of my dungeon once again. He had come to get the tire from the junk yard that we have in Pelham, NH and get his tire. It turned out well for me as well, for he found two brand-new tires that will fit my van. The cost is less than what they go for in the tire stores. I had him get my tail light cover that was broken, and once the tires are on I can get the inspection sticker to remove the REJECTION sticker that is there now.
I pulled out the Psychiatrist's report that she gave to me, so I could give it to the counselor that I would be going to for..eh, hem..marriage counseling. After talking with my friend last night, we discussed where I had gotten the diagnosis of OCD. I told her that I got it at the very first clinic I went to when I was in my twenties. I never told anyone about the diagnosis, for I thought the "O" stood for Obese and it was embarrassing. That counselor never discussed diagnoses with me, but rather gave out drugs and ideas for therapy. For years, I thought I was suffering from Obesity Consumption Disorder.
As you can tell, I am psychological-term stupid.
The diagnosis on this report that I have, which I just faxed over to the counselor that Ralph is seeing now says:
All therapy sessions and interviews with patient indicate the presence of the symptoms of Panic Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Social Phobia, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder and Major Depression. It is recommended that she continue treatment on a regular basis.
Gee, and here I thought I was only part lunatic. That really put my mind at ease!
The rest of the report pretty much put Ralph to blame for the depression and anxiety problems, seemingly causing them to escalate to a dangerous (I think the word is UNHEALTHY) degree. I think she wrote that, knowing the reason I was getting a separation and to explain how not being granted one would be harmful to me.
Gee, I didn't need all those fancy words to tell me that he was harmful. Just throwing him out made me realize that!
One of the things that my friend discussed with me last night (in the little time she had to get words into my fast-paced conversation) was, I am not getting sunlight. This is part of the SAD problem that I have. General treatment is sunlight during the spring and summer, and sunlamps during the fall and winter.
So, I am going to attempt to get out there and suck some up. I better bring the Colin out with me, just in case he decides that black is beautiful, and finds a way to make himself that color.
I am watching my 'baby', Molly turn into a young woman. She is going to watch a friend play in an all-stars Basketball game tonight. She is in very-spiffy jeans, a short sleeved sweater and has her hair done into a ponytail. I never realized just how BEAUTIFUL she really was, beyond the beauty that a Mother sees daily. Between that bleach-blonde hair and those big, blue eyes, I have decided to order the chastity belt now.
I am guessing that Ralph will have a magazine that I can order it from. I will have to go to the 'advertising' section.
I have already reserved her room in the convent.
Well, it is time to get everyone into the van so that I can drop off Molly at her friend’s house. Bagle Bites are supper tonight, as well as left-over elbows and sauce that I made yesterday.
The sigtag below is what I wish I had as a window, as well as what I had as a yard!
