Medical stuff

Hello, hello!  Whew, life has been busy lately.  Lately?  OK, it is all the time, of course.  But it seems like this past month has been especially busy.

Good grief, did I ever even share that Scout won the Geography Bee competition at his school this year?  Well he did, and just last week we were at the state competition.  All I can say is, Wow. In my opinion, any one of those kids had a shot at winning the thing.  Scout did not win, but he did very well.  It was an interesting process…there were over 100 kids there competing, and they first broke them up into smaller groups and had the kids in the groups go against each other.  A weeding out process, if you will.  Scout only missed one question out of eight, and this was against 20 other kids from grades 4th through 8th.  With this almost-perfect score, he qualified to go off into another mysterious room–parents were not allowed in this one!–to have this group battle against each other.  Sadly, Scout came out about 10 minutes later, already done for the day.  He didn’t even get to participate in the questioning, as there were so many kids who already had perfect scores and they could only get down to 10 for the final.  He was a bit disappointed, but overall he was proud of his accomplishment and it seemed he enjoyed the experience.  I know I did, wow.  Again.  Never did I think Geography would be so interesting.  Watching those kids rattle off those facts is nothing short of amazing to me.  Who knows what Scout will do with all of that valuable information in his head?  We shall see….

Scout has recently turned 11.  I know any birthday is a milestone, but for some reason 11 isn’t freaking me out as much as 12 probably will.  It is strange to think my baby is now a ‘Tween’, however.  I will say his recent behavior definitely has shades of ‘tween’ written all over it.  The talking back, the defiance…yikes.  It’s a whole new side of Scout we haven’t seen before, and it’s not exactly pretty.  I mean, what happened to the boy who followed rules so closely he would only call ice build-ups ‘Ice Darns’??  Honestly I find it downright scary at times.  Will the boy ever understand circumstance?  Will he ever really fear the outcome of his actions?  My ‘perfect’ rule-following child has now become the one who sometimes gets notes from the teacher or school bus driver.  It’s hard to know if it’s the horrifying teen hormone thing rearing it’s ugly head, or if it’s just Scout’s way of dealing/not dealing with things through this lovely thing we call Asperger’s.  Which brings me to my next topic…



What kind of mother doesn’t post anything about her child’s Halloween experience until the middle of November??  A busy one, I guess.  A mom that’s trying to juggle full-time work (in retail, no less!) , the rest of her family, grocery shopping, etc.  Sigh.  Why can’t I just be inherently rich?  Blogging and eating bonbons all day long?  A girl can dream.

Anyway, Halloween was another good experience this year.  Scout’s friend Jacob came along to trick or treat once again.  Isn’t begging for candy from strangers so much more fun with an accomplice?  In true Scout/Aspie form, Scout went as a Barrel Of Toxic Waste.  He got this idea from his beloved ‘Calvin and Hobbes’ comics.   It was a big success, getting lots of great comments, but not so fun to run around in across root-infested lawns, up and down stairs, and around curbs in the pitch.  Scout looked like a cartoon himself, trying to run from house to house with his little legs only able to take baby steps as he went.  Of course when one is getting boat-loads of free candy, one doesn’t notice.  It was another successful haul.  So successful, in fact, that Mom ate all of the Snickers and now he’s old enough to notice.  I had to promise next time we go to the store I’d buy him a full-sized one.

Overall, things are going well.  I would say the meds Scout is on definitely is helping his temperament.  He can roll with the punches, go with the flow, much easier these days.  Blessed C-man does his homework with him and says he isn’t as quick to get frustrated and upset, which of course is a very good thing.  Scout had a sleepover at a friend’s house over the weekend, which of course makes me want to jump for joy.

He has again started practice for the Geography Bee at his school.  It’s interesting, this year he is not studying for it and talking about it as much as last year.  I’m curious how he’ll take it if he doesn’t do as well.  Of course if he doesn’t it will be everyone else’s fault but his own.  Ownership and consequence is something we constantly work on.  They are concepts he just doesn’t seem to understand and/or care about.  It’s a worry that plagues me as I try to cling to my mantra, ‘day at a time, day at a time’…and not wonder how in the world he will ever complete anything on his own as an adult.

Guess I’ll go back to my Snickers and finish this blog post…

I love drugs.  Sure, it’s always wonderful when you can get by in your life without the support of any controlled substance, but when you need them–you need them.  Recently we decided to see if meds could give Scout some peace with his anxiety issues, and boy am I glad we did.

At Scout’s tender age of five, the doctor who bestowed him his label spent the first 40 minutes of our appointment explaining all of the tests and observations that were involved with getting the diagnosis.  In the final 10 he told us our son had Asperger’s Syndrome, told us his printer was broken so he couldn’t give us any information about it, and informed us that Scout could be on medication.  Any questions?  Needless to say we were horrified and left there with more questions than answers.  With even our doctor not recognizing the fact that Scout was on the spectrum because he is so high functioning, I know both C-man and I didn’t necessarily think drugs needed to be part of the plan.  It’s not that we were against them…but it was definitely not something we were going to jump into lightly.

And we never needed to.  For the last 5 years OT, social services and summer school seemed to be helping Scout along quite nicely.  But of course with age comes more understanding.  And with understanding comes fear.  I don’t blame Scout one bit, this world of ours can be an awfully scary place.  Especially when you see the world as intricately as he does.  I feel blessed that I don’t, to be honest.


No, we haven’t fallen off the face of the earth, although I guess with the recent predicted ‘end of the world’, it was a remote possibility.  I will say my retail schedule often makes me feel like I’ve left the earth, or at least lost all contact with those I hold near and dear…I love my job, but as a mom, wife, friend, and blogger,  it is tough to get used to the full time schedule and balance it all.

Luckily I have found the time to get Scout to therapy every couple of weeks.  Some days I feel like he really needs it, and others I find myself wondering if it’s truly necessary.  It’s amazing to me how Scout can just seem fine one day and then have something seem like the apocalypse the next.  It’s hard to know sometimes what’s really a problem and what could just be a problematic moment, or a phase.

Recently I’ve been thinking that Scout really could benefit from some Happy Pills.  As time goes by and I see what he’s up against in his own angst-ridden mind, I truly believe his anxieties are getting to the point of needing relief. Tom Cruise can call me glib all he wants, but I know from personal experience those pills can be lifesavers. Scout has inherited anxiety in his blood thanks to his dear ol’ Mom, and adding his big Aspie brain to the mix is a recipe for a serotonin cocktail.

Even with this though, he goes through fazes.  He’ll go through times where I don’t really give it all much thought at all, everything seems to be smooth sailing.  Right now is one of those smooth sailing fazes–and thank goodness, as we had an appointment set up sooner than later with a shrink to possibly prescribe pills only to show up and be told that the doc had a family emergency and we had to reschedule. Of course Scout was thrilled to be taken out of school early for nothing (grumble, notice the grey cloud rumbling over my head) but we all know what a pain in the a** it is to get in with these people in the first place.  Plus it all worked out so nicely with my crazy schedule.  As it is now, C-man will have to take him and I’ll miss it because I’ll be at work.

I want to go in there.  I want control.  I want to be able to tell the doctor just what my baby needs and can you please just make it all better?  But at least as I said, luckily right now I’m not feeling as anxious about his anxiousness because he doesn’t seem as anxious.  (did you get all that?)

It could be because he sees the end of the school year just around the corner.  Ahh, he made it.  One more week of 4th grade and it will be glorious summer.  No homework, no rushing around to make the bus, no projects.  Now just comes my work of keeping the boy off the computer/TV/iPod all day, which is how he’d like to spend his summer.  sigh.

The end of the world would have made this all so much easier.

And so it begins….the anxieties that I’ve heard plague our poor sensitive little Aspies but had never really seen in Scout…until now.

Oh yeah, he’s always worried about things most kids don’t worry about–like not ever wanting to live in Florida, because there are hurricanes there–but that kind of thing seemed more like being over-prepared than being a downright worry.   Now, seemingly out of the blue, he’s getting these weird compulsion things.  He’ll be completely compelled to do something that he knows will only make him sad.  Like throwing his favorite car out of the car window as we’re driving.  Or tearing up a favorite drawing.  Or touching the back of his throat to make himself gag.

This has been the most intrusive one lately.  He read in one of his crazy fact books that one can make themselves throw up by touching that thing in the back of their throat. (I’ve always called it the gloobal-globbal.)  Although he’s never actually thrown up or even gagged from doing it, he now thinks he constantly feels a bit sick because of it.  One day he came up the stairs crying because he had touched it and was then feeling ‘strange’–he was petrified he was going to throw up.  sigh.

So there is this, and then there is sadness.  Sadness with things that he did whoever knows how long ago that he still feels guilty about NOW.  Like a time probably four years ago that I showed him an inchworm and he squished it. ??  I’m glad the boy has a conscience, but this is ridiculous.

He has been getting frustrated lately because he says he feels sick a lot of the time now.  I’m thinking it must be anxiety, the poor guy.  I don’t know what has brought all of this on, but we’ve started taking him to a psychologist.  She’s been giving him things to do like throw wet kleenexes against something (outside, thankyouverymuch!) and using a cute little Bully Monster that represents his fears that he can throw around and stomp on. Neither has really helped much so far. We’ve only had two sessions, but I’ve gotta say….I think the boy needs some drugs.

I’m not anti-drugs, but it’s never been something I wanted to take lightly either.  Watching my son be so helpless against his own fears and anxieties will make me try anything to make them go away.  We’re also waiting on the results of some ADD questionnaires as well–heck, why not throw that into the pot while we’re at it??

And so it begins, ladies and germs.  Part of me wonders if it’s the slow bubbling of pre-teen hormones in action, making it’s way to the surface– a larger part of me feels Big Time Guilt because it seems to have cropped up right when I started working full-time.  sigh.

‘Tis the season indeed. No, not for cornucopias, marshmallow turkeys or Christmas decorations that are up wayyy too early in Target–but the season of sickness.  Once school starts you just know your child is going to bring all sorts of little beasties home with him or her, as school is just one big petrie dish. Honestly, I felt quite lucky that neither Scout nor V had come down with anything yet this school year, but of course the luck is bound to run dry at some point.

I was actually out of town over the weekend, doing a much-needed cabin getaway with a couple of girlfriends.  Vacation over, reality definitely struck as soon as I walked in the door and my son’s lower lip started to quiver as he announced that he felt like he might throw up.  Lucky for both of us that never did happen, but apparently he had had a fever all day and was just feeling overall crummy. Fever, a bit of a sore throat, tummy ache….hey, wait a minute.

That is strep.  I would know—whenever either of my kids have it, it presents itself in that exact way.  Typically it’s not very dramatic, except for maybe the swabbing part of the test.  The last time Scout had strep though, he was incredibly sick.  He threw up so many times that he had to get the antibiotics in a shot verses the medicine form, as we knew he’d never keep it down.  THAT was not fun.  I didn’t even have to experience that one, Coreman actually was the unlucky parent that got to take him to the doctor that time.  With it’s very big needle and thick syrup-like consistency, it’s the painful shot that kids’ nightmares are made of.  You know it’s bad when the nurse tells you it’s gonna hurt.  No candy-coating that one.


For some odd reason, my husband seemingly out of the blue decided he just had to go camping. It must be a guy thing.  Both V and I looked at each other and said, “no thanks!” , but of course Scout was all excited at the thought. V and I had a lovely day of shopping, hair-saloning, pizza eating and movies whilst the boys tried to sleep in the noisy campground in the heat and had to run outside in the night to use the bathroom.  I’m sure Scout thought it was all very glamorous.  For this first venture they weren’t roughing it too much….there WAS a bathroom and they did have access to electricity.  They were right by the river so Scout spent a lot of time playing in the sand and water.  He’s all ready to go again, but he himself said he wished it wasn’t so crowded. I think Scout had a vision of Daniel Boone-type wilderness–heck, he had his iPod so it wasn’t going to feel too primitive!!!  I love it that the boys went and had a Man Date together.

And what did they eat while they were gone?  Camp food, of course.  Actually my hubby brought quite healthy fare such as fruit and trail mix.  They had eggs for breakfast. But of course when one is camping you MUST have a hot dog cooked over an open fire.  With a gluten-ridden bun.


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