Normally, Monday mornings are a zoo around here!
Get up, breakfast, everyone dressed, homeschool begins, and we’re out the door for Jack’s PT and OT.
And here I sit on the couch.
Jack is having some weirdness. He’s having a very difficult time functioning. He just can’t seem to make his body do what his brain is telling it.
So, he screams.
Blood curdling screams.
I’m talking screaming-like-someone’s-trying-to-steal-your-favorite-chocolate screaming– for awhile.
And by awhile, I’m not talking 5 minutes. I’m talking the time it takes to get diapers, Easter supplies, birthday gifts, socks, shoes, clothes, and sunscreen at Target.
Before you judge… This isn’t merely behavioral. We don’t often leave the house. Jack has been on medications for his weirdness for 14 months. He physically and mentally cannot control what goes on between his brain and his body.
It just about breaks my heart to admit that.
Our appointment in Tampa isn’t until August. The doctor here has been called 4 times since Thursday, and he hasn’t bothered to call back. You know, that’s how we roll here in the Savannah. “So what if your kid doesn’t sleep, screams constantly, and tries to hurt himself constantly? You’re not as important.”
Which depresses me.
My feelings against the Savannah medical community grow darker with each passing day.
After our Target foray, Sebi looked at me and proclaimed that watching Jack be like that was no fun!
I was torn between bursting in to tears and beating him to death.
This is what happens in our world.
And I really don’t know how much more I can take alone.
(So, who wants to help find Sebi a new job? Hmmm? Anyone?)
[also, I don't mean to be a whiner. I'm tired, can't sleep and worry constantly. I'm just cranky.]