ADHD anniversary. 2 years ago today, Daniel was diagnosed with ADHD and put on medication. As controversial as that decision was, it’s been a good one — he sleeps better at night (and goes to sleep on his own) and he can play independently.
Greek food. I made the comment at choir practice that I would give up Greek food in order to not have to deal with Seattle-Everett traffic. People started throwing out suggestions of closer options and I realized that I could go up to Bellingham. Apparently, there are several up there and there is also an Ethiopian restaurant. Yay!
An Epic issue. The local hospital system just got a new computer system which is kind of a pain in the butt. However, they sent me my code to login and sign myself up so I did that on Monday and got to populate my chart with information. It was geeky fun and I didn’t have to worry about transcription errors or Dragon Dictate problems or anything else that I’ve had to deal with in the past.
Baseball take. So I know in the postseason, these will be the teams I support:
I can’t root for the Astros because they’re a Texas team (I LOVELOVELOVE messing with Texas), the Dodgers are the archenemies of my boys in San Francisco, the Yankees are evil, and I’m pretty sure the Indians made one with Satan again this year to get into the post season because… CLEVELAND SUCKS!!!!
Basically, the need for services is so high that the waiting list to get an appointment is over 12 MONTHS — not just to be seen but to just get the initial appointment. It’s in the U District of Seattle at the north edge of the University of Washington (Go Dawgs!) and, as we discovered, across the street from the University Village, which is an upscale shopping center. We got to the appointment an hour early (traffic is horrible so we left super early in case we got stuck on I-5 for 30 minutes because of an accident) so we went across the street to the first $tarbux my parents ever visited (this is the second store ever opened — my parents visited it when my dad was a grad student almost 50 years ago) and got coffee to kill some time.
When we got back, we visited with a psychiatric nurse practitioner for an hour, talking about every aspect of Daniel’s case from birth to present. We left with referrals for ABA, peds gastroenterology at Seattle Children’s Hospital, the UW Center for Pediatric Dentistry, outside speech therapy (in addition to what he gets in school), a DDA application, and some other information. When we get the clinic note next week, we’ll be hooked up with people who can help us get all these services established. Given that I’ve been kind of having to figure all of this out myself for the most part (people can tell me about stuff but getting services established is a whole other ball game), I am so unbelievably happy that I’ll have people helping me whose job is to help me.
The best thing: dealing with people who can use the actual correct biological terminology to describe WHY my kid is on the spectrum, has ADHD, and has developmental delays (other than his prematurity). Given my dealings with anti-vaxxers who believe in the conspiracy theories spouted by the quack and fraud Dr. Andrew Wakefield and disgraced pediatrician Dr. Bob Sears (who will, God willing, be losing his license shortly for gross negligence), it’s so wonderful to deal with intelligent people.
We finally got a consult at the Autism Center at Seattle Children’s Hospital today. It’s near the UW so Mom and Dad tagged along in case we were going to make a stop at the bookstore. (Unfortunately, we didn’t.) Thankfully, Mom drove because the streets likely would have confounded me. I can drive around the towns in my area just fine but Seattle is psycho. It also feels positively claustrophobic because of the tall buildings.
The appointment was good and I now have some more people who are focused on making sure Daniel has what he needs to succeed and grow, but traffic on the way home was crazy and I definitely now understand why I don’t make the effort to take Daniel down there to do stuff on a weekend!
I am listening to… classical music on a DISH Network channel
I am hoping… Daniel’s appointment with the Autism Center at Seattle Children’s Hospital this week goes well. We’ve been waiting for this appointment for a very long time. (The waiting list for an appointment is over a year long.)
I am learning… about email best practices.
In my kitchen… coq au vin is cooking.
In the school room… Daniel continues to love school.
School take #1. My CDSP class on church finance is fascinating and has led to some interesting conversations with my Vestry. I may end up as the church treasurer at some point in the next 10 years so I’m glad I’m learning about fund accounting.
Divorce-related take. I’ve largely kept the divorce off of this blog because I don’t want to air my dirty laundry. However, the final judgment has just been submitted to both attorneys for signatures. Please pray we can get everything signed off in the next week or so and also pray for Jon’s heart and my heart as this is a very painful process for both of us.
School take #2. My other three classes are going well. I want to immerse myself completely in Sage50 for my Microcomputer Accounting II class and play but I need to be diligent and finish things up for my Electronic Communications class in the next day or so.
Looking out my window… dark. It was in the high 70’s today. We’ve got 92% of the sun obscured up here so it should be interesting tomorrow.
I am thinking… about the political situation in this country.
I am thankful… that many people clicked on the links I shared in my Quick Takes this past week. I know not everyone agrees with my viewpoint on this blog, so I was really thankful that people did read what I shared.
One of my favorite things… lamb gyros. I just found a local source so I’m really happy.
I am wearing… jammies. Church clothes were a black patterned top, black slacks, my black cardigan, and black flats. Regular clothes were my blue-green fitted tee and black capris.
I am creating… notes on my Business English book. Woo.
I am watching… the news.
I am hoping… the next 2.5 weeks until kiddo goes back to school goes quickly. He’s chomping at the bit and he really does like having the scheduled time he has in the classroom.
I am learning… how my Sacred Ordinary Days planner works.
In my kitchen… pork roast, corn, potatoes, and salad for dinner with pie and ice cream for dessert.
In the school room… waiting for kiddo to get his school supply list in the mail.
I am thinking… about Charlottesville, my own privilege, and the need to speak out and say, as a white woman, that the neo-Nazi crap going on there is abhorrent.
I am thankful… for last night. My youngest cousin called to let us know that she and her mom had just bought her wedding dress and she was coming up to show it to my grandmother. When we were taking the pictures with her and grandma (who was miraculously alert and smiling), we discovered that the portrait of my late grandfather in his Navy uniform was photobombing them. We had a good laugh and got teary because we miss him and photobombing them is totally something he would have enjoyed doing. (My cousin and I were beloved by him so she’s ecstatic that he was there in spirit last night.)
One of my favorite things… sleep. I’m not getting enough of it.
I am wearing… my blue-green fitted tee and jeans. Church clothes were the tee with black slacks, my black cardigan, and my black flats.
I am creating… my last two reports and journals for my Interpersonal Communications class.
I am listening to… the Andante movement of Beethoven’s Piano Sonata in D Major Op. 28.
I am hoping… what I just ate and drank will get my blood sugar to where it needs to be and I won’t feel so hypoglycemic.
I am learning… the fingers that are least painful to prick with my glucometer. I am also trying to get a baseline for what “normal” should feel like.
In my kitchen… just noshed on some Chinese pork.
In the school room… class ends for me this week (4 chapters to outline for the quiz, 2 reports, and 2 journals due on Wednesday) and then I get to spend some time outlining the Business English textbook so I can test out of the class.
Closing Notes: My priest made an interesting point this morning. She commented that it is an example of white privilege that she was able to step away from the Internet and all the coverage of Charlottesville to go help at a community event raising money for the local theater. For many people, the presence of the jerks in Charlottesville is not something that they can escape. I have friends whose relatives were in concentration camps, whose family members perished, and for whom the neo-Nazi presence was a reminder that there are people there who want to kill them and their children for being Jewish or of Jewish extraction.
For people of color, they are reminded every day of their lower status in America and quite a few people have commented that if the protesters with tiki torches had been African-American, the National Guard would have been called in to quell the protest. Others have offered equivocations that the Antifa and BLM are as bad as the neo-Nazis and that’s utter bullshit. First of all, most of the Antifa just want to go cause mayhem — seriously, even anarchists disavow association with them. Secondly, BLM is largely peaceful but white people are incredibly threatened by them marching that law enforcement tends to go overboard. The neo-Nazis in Charlottesville look like a bunch of frat boys in their khakis and polo shirts — they haven’t experienced a day of persecution in their lives!
White people need to speak up and condemn these acts. Yes, crap does happen where African-Americans yell epithets at white folks — I experienced it living in Columbus, Ohio. However, I didn’t take it as personally as I could have because I knew that there was a lot of hurt and anger behind it that spans generations and that they were dealing with things that I would never experience. I have never had a landlord refuse to rent to me because of the color of my skin, I never had to attend a school that was sub-par because of the neighborhood in which it was located, and while my dad’s family fled persecution in Ireland in the 19th century and weren’t allowed into the States (long story), my ancestors were never considered mere pieces of property.
White people enjoy a very privileged status in this country and we need to use that privilege to SPEAK UP when there is injustice being committed. If a friend lost a family member or had a tragedy happen, you would speak up. Guess what? There are a number of communities in this country whose lives and well-being are threatened by the men marching in Charlottesville and WE NEED TO SAY SOMETHING.