I am trying. I am really trying.
I want everything to be okay. Just okay. Is that so much to ask for?
I have been "medicated" for three months. Or even more. I can't even recall.
Shitty things. Shitty days.
Things i can't talk about. Things i can't talk about because they are too painful.
I spent the morning getting an initial assesment for toby. A developmental assesment. It went well. Except that he was there. It was hard, so hard, to talk about his shortcomings. Flaws. Delays. Problems. With him sitting there. He became more fidgety every second. Climbing on chairs. Covering my mouth with his hands.
Asking, begging, me to go back to school.
And we did. The pediatrician has asked for a psycho-educational assesment. The only problem? The $2000 that stands between us and that assesment. I grabbed my heart, literally, when she told me.
Might as well cancel christmas. And food.
I am at a crossroads. Do i do what i think is right, causing significant stress to my spouse and family, or do i let my son slip through the cracks.
Easy right? Try living with that. With that husband.
Posted by Jess at 09:51 PM Permalink

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Find a way to charge it.
Find a way.
This stuff with kids makes one feel desperate, doesn't it?
Rise above that.
Posted by blackbird | December 5, 2006 03:22 AM