Well SHIT!

I have been sitting here for a few weeks trying to decide if I should talk about what happened while I was in Tennessee.

I really don't want to come off as ungreatful but there is a limit to stupidity that I can't handle.

You see I had everything planned out.
I stayed up all night cooking upcoming lunches and dinners.

The first DAY it all went to shit.

L was in charge of lunches. H was in charge of dinner. L was given the assignment of making sure h took his meds everyday. H was given the assignment of making sure K took his meds everyday.
Why didn't I assign their dad?
Well because he is an Engineer and common sense is NOT his forte.
Besides, he was pretty pissed that I left.

For the lunches I DREW pictures of the lunchbox and put those pictures on the fridge.
I cleaned my fridge and dedicated the TOP shelf to lunch only items.
Each container was labeled.
Then I wrote in what food item went in each square.
Then I drew 4 more.
They were labeled MONDAY, TUESDAY, etc...

For the dinners I made a list and put in on the fridge.
I packaged them up in gallon size baggies and wrote the "finishing" directions on the bag.
These baggies were on the bottom shelf.

DAY ONE
L took the dinner list and tried to make lunches with those items.
H had a panic attack.

I said chocolate chips could be put in the little dessert square.
Butterscotch chips were taken off the TOP shelf of the pantry and placed in the square instead.

In case you were wondering....
Butterscotch chips have red food dye in them.

Yup.....
That's what I thought too.

K took his medicine everyday thanks to H's insistence.
h took his medicine TWICE.

Let that sink in for a minute...

TWO doses of meds during the ENTIRE 9 days I was gone.
Red food dye in his lunch everyday.

Wanna guess what happened???

BIC room the ENTIRE week last week.

h finally earned his way out and went back to class on Monday.

YESTERDAY there was an incident and I found him screaming in the hall with about 3 teachers trying to calm him down.
(Good thing I was at the school.)

I got him up and we went into the "padded room" in BIC.

35 minutes later I left the school and he seemed to be ok.

I picked him up early so we could see his psychiatrist.

Why do I bother going early???

The good news is that we only had to wait ONE hour this time. (insert eye roll)

When we finally got in the office I threw h's med bottles on the desk.
Dr. S looked at me like I was crazy.
I said "I'm not leaving 'till these are changed because I can't have another year like last year. Besides, I'm not ready to go to Betty Ford yet!"

We left with 3 new scripts.

After driving to 4 different Walgreens I had them filled and paid for.

We started them last night.

At 3 am h woke up saying he felt dizzy and nauseous.

At 5:30 I woke up to start on lunches.

At 6:30 I woke up h, with no problems.
He still complained of dizziness.
I gave him a bagel for breakfast and some oj.

We walked to school and he DID NOT want his jacket.
54 degrees this morning.

By the time we got to school his face was red and he was sweating.

He went into his BIC class and sat at the desk with the fan.

I went to the nurses office to tell them of the med change.

I visited with the nurse a while asking about h's symptoms.

One hour after I dropped him off, h and I were on our way home because he threw up.

We got home and I called his pediatrician.

I am used to med changes. I am used to the way they affect h. I am not used to seeing him like this.

We have an appointment at 1.

Please continue to pray for my sweet boy.
I know he is in there somewhere........