Archive for the 'RANT!' Category

So this is what the end of my rope looks like…

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2005

It’s been a rough week. My son has been as unhappy as I’ve ever seen him. As a result, María José and myself are as burnt out as we’ve ever been.

Rubén made a habit of spitting out everything that we put in his mouth. This has been going on for couple of weeks. What did […]

A depressing shuffle down Memory Lane.

Saturday, March 12th, 2005

For some inexplicable reason, Rubén’s behavior has been as bad as we’ve seen it in several months. His speech session yesterday was miserable; he would simply fade out and stare off into space, despite our able therapist’s best attempts to bring him back. He’s been answering to his name less and less. Not sure what’s […]

Good gravy! Out of luck at the pot luck.

Wednesday, February 16th, 2005

Therapists piss me off.

People in the mental health profession are taught the ways of diagnosing and treating neurological disorders and mental illnesses. They’re taught to have their DSM-IV at their side, always at the ready to figure out the patient’s condition. In some ways, this training makes their senses more acute. They view the world […]

The abominable snowdog, and other tales of horror.

Monday, January 24th, 2005

One of the inconveniences of being a newf owner is the fact that when winter hits, they want to be outside pretty much all the damned time. Not really being a fan of the white stuff myself, I take no joy in going out with her in this weather. But since we’re headed back to […]

Gunning down the shiny, happy people.

Tuesday, November 23rd, 2004

God, I hate postive attitudes.

Or, more accurate would be that I hate false positives. Jeez, that makes it sound like a lab test.

Here are a few examples. Whenever anyone says to me…

“Everything happens for a reason,” or

“Things are gonna get better, I just know it,” or

“Wow, he’s really interactive today” (when he’s clearly not), or

“You […]

Transitional period.

Tuesday, October 12th, 2004

At least we hope that’s the case. Rubén’s supplements are currently in flux. We’re about to begin a long overdue trial of methylcobalamin (vitamin B-12) injections. We had previously held off, even though we’ve had the prescription since June. Mainly we were just a tad squeamish about poking our little guy with a needle every […]

Screaming.

Thursday, September 23rd, 2004

I promised myself I’d post tonight, but as I sit at the glowing terminal, the words fail to apppear. Too tired, too grumpy. We went to the lab this morning to draw blood on him. He wailed, clenched his fists, and writhed about despite the efforts of three grown people to hold him down. In […]

Off-schedule and off-balance.

Wednesday, August 11th, 2004

A regular sleep schedule is something most of us never really think about. Unless, of course, it goes away for some reason. Rubén has been waking up at all sorts of weird hours, mostly because he’s filling diapers with unprecedented speed. This disrupts both his sleep schedule and my work schedule, as I usually get […]