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Thursday Madness

Ok, I lied. There will be no madness today. Just the usual chaos.

I've been to the gym, where for some reason I was very distracted during the class. I kept up, but my mind kept wandering off into the great beyond for some reason. It didn't help that my back was giving me fits off and on. Dang spinal column. I did, as always, feel better after my workout. I was so absentminded that I neglected to pack my bra so after the pool, with towel around the neck and hanging down over the front of my shirt, I skedaddled home instead of running a few planned errands. No one needed to be seeing me in that condition. They'd need therapy.

Today I've got Ashley's IEP. The meeting with her therapists to discuss her progress and set new goals. Measurable Goals. I've done a lot of thinking about this meeting, and I have concluded that I will not agree to them cutting off her occupational therapy simply because of budget cuts. Ashley has the legal right to both physical AND occupational therapy. Her condition warrants the continuation of said services. This is me standing my ground.

Perhaps another source of my absentmindedness is that I'm worried about Ally. They found more protein in her urine, so on Sunday we will be doing a 24 hour urine catch on her (don't ask) and early monday morning we will go in for blood work to check on her kidney function. There could be some kidney damage from all the medications she took when she was so little and it's just showing up now.

The Internet is an amazing place, where you can look up any symptom to find out what deliciously horrible disease is trying to kill you. I believe in being well informed, especially on all aspects of my childrens' health. However, a little knowledge is a dangerous thing and can certainly keep you up at night.



  1. Did someone say chaos?

    Sorry about the confusion on the posts.

  2. Chaos?? Nawww. And unless the posting problems is your fault..then no apologies are necessary.

  3. Are. ARE your problem. I'm still typing blind here. It's very odd.

  4. Easy solution - type comments in Word or text and cut and paste into the message box

  5. Did you get your posting hiccups fixed?

  6. Apparently. I've no idea how or why. ::shakes fist at the computer::

  7. Shakes fist at computer - wasn't that a character in "Dances With Wolves"?


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