April 9

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1 2009
2 2008
- 2.1 Me 09:07, 9 April 2008 (EDT)
- 2.2 Me 12:55, 9 April 2008 (EDT)
3 2007
- 3.1 Me 07:53, 9 April 2007 (EDT)

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2009

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Me 01:43, 9 April 2009 (EDT)

And...let's try sleeping again, shall we?

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Me 11:38, 9 April 2009 (EDT)

Well, I'm once again without a General Practitioner. Today, Wifey called to leave a message with the GP's nurse to check on getting he paperwork done. Both the FMLA paperwork as well as the short-term disability are of issue. The nurse calls back, and starts the ball rolling with, "What do you want?"

That was not a good beginning.

At one point, Wifey said that while this seems an inconvenience to them, this our groceries, our bills, and our rent on the line here. This went down the road with such barbs as, "Well, the doctor has only seen him once," replied to with, "Well, yeah, but so have all the other seven doctors!" Eventually, the nurse replied with, "Well, why don't you just go find another doctor then?"

And so here we are. Wifey cried a lot when she came in to tell me this morning. "I'm just tired of you being in pain all the time, and I'm tired of no doctor willing to take charge of this! Why won't any doctor do that? Why am I the only one?" She's getting tired. The stress is breaking her down. Can't put to words how much I love her.

On top of this, last night at TheBoy's counselor, we're officially going down the path for ADD meds. Low-low-low dosage though. Apparently, the doctor made a statement that kids who don't get slightly corrected early -- even with a low dose -- tend to "self medicate" when they hit high school because they can't take it. With the rest of the stressors going on right now...that didn't sit well with her.

Add to that, ThePit announced that people at certain pay rates are gonna get hit with a pay cut. For those making what I make...10%. So, even if I'm actually able to go back to work, it's gonna be at a rather severe pay cut.

...that's if I can ever go back. :/

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Me 13:18, 9 April 2009 (EDT)

Also, there's a phrase I'm getting tired of hearing: "It's OK." That's not, "It's going to be OK," because honestly...that's not what anyone has said. "It's OK" is a response I get from people when I'm screwing up lately.

I hear it from Wifey every time I apologize for being in pain and not being able to help with the kids. I hear it from Ceraun when I can't help him with the Project from Hell. I heard it from Roxy when I screwed up the mentor program during her break from running it. And last night, I heard it from Yeshe when the pains from yesterday made me batshit crazy in officer chat.

I dread the question, "How you feeling?" or even "Hey, how's it going?" "Fine," doesn't cut it. They know, it, I know it. The thing is, I ramble on, and I know people are getting uncomfortable. I know if the situation were reversed, I would be uncomfortable. How do you deal with someone with a chronic pain like that and know what to say? (Then again, the doctors should be the ones to really know, and their take is, "It's not in my area of expertise...good luck to ya!")

This is a pure rant with no point beyond the rant. I'm just trying to get some of this out of my head.

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2008

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Me 09:07, 9 April 2008 (EDT)

Sterling (8:06:50 AM): I don't know if you can manage it, but Zejan's arraignment is tomorrow at 9:30am at the courthouse and apparently judges are more likely to be lenient if the defendant has a good turnout of supporters, so I'm trying to get as many people there as possible (and I don't think I can make it myself).

Me (8:10:29 AM): i'll see what i can do

Sterling (8:11:21 AM): Thanks, man.

Sterling (8:13:25 AM): Sorry about the short notice. His last arraignment was viewable only over closed circuit TV from the jail and I figured this would be the same, but apparently because he's under court of common pleas, he's going to an actual court room this time. I didn't find out until last night. BTW, I passed along your message and he appreciates any prayers and/or good thoughts. He's apparently starting to find religion himself in his circumstances.

Me (8:16:28 AM): brb

Me (8:16:33 AM): checking for brimstone now

So here's my dilemma: We have an 8:30 meeting with the morons (i.e. "Intervention Group") at TheBoy's school tomorrow about his potential for "ADD". I don't know if it's even possible to make a trip from his school to the courthouse in that amount of time unless the meeting only lasts 10-15 minutes (the last one did I think).

Wifey however is armed to the teeth to handle it. Last night, she came to the den meeting with TheBoy and I. At one point, I was ready to round on the pack of the parents, "Hey! I'm trying to guide and instruct your boys over here! Pipe down!" Had I know what they talked about, I wouldn't have gotten upset with them getting so spirited.

I have one boy in my den who's not in TheBoy's class, but is full-on ADHD. Bounces off the walls most nights like a ping-pong ball, is often inattentive, combative at times, and is hard to keep track of during the hour. As it turns out, the other four boys in me den are all in TheBoy's same class, and all of them are considered to potentially have ADD/ADHD.

Coincidentally (sarcasm alert), his teacher's husband and one of her children both are diagnosed with ADD/ADHD. Me thinks someone sees pink elephants everywhere.

Anyway, I digress. I really wanna be at both of these meetings. I dropped a note to Wifey to see what she thinks.

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