I wish it were Sunday...
I have a few minutes before one of my support workers comes. She has a rule that she shows up a little late just to give parents time to pepare. Michael decided he will only wear pj pants today. I guess it is easier to give in than anything.
This is his last week of school. Next week will be pretty busy with everything. Monday he will proably have another home session with today's worker. He has his evaluation back at CAMPS therapy on Tuesday. Thursday is his birthday and I am taking him to a rodeo that night. Friday Michael has his 4 year old check-up. Sunday his father is supposed to be down.
So I guess I better get my house all cleaned this week. While I have a few moments to myself.
I called in sick to my eye dr appointment. Maybe it was nerves. I was up early getting sick. I feel a little better but still bleh. So I go in tomorrow. I hate my eyes being touched and such and especially when they dilate them and touch them to test for glaucoma. But Michael will be in school so I can drag my mother in to help me pick frames. They dilate me to near blindness, keep my old glasses and send me ou to pick new frames. Yeah I was shocked when these came in, it was not what I thought I was picking. So Ma will be in charge of making sure I do not do this again.
My eye dr appt went fine.
My eye dr appt went fine. Turns out my eyes dd not change enough to warrant a new prescription. He thinks they have finally stabalized when it comes to losing vision. And no eye drops and touching my eye! I do not know which is worse, some places use a air puff which I hate but my eye doctor still uses the drops.
Michael actually has his first eye appointment the 17th of next month. No idea how well that will work, I hope it goes well...
Actually I love Trish. She is my favorite worker I never feel inferior or in the wrong with her. She decided to ride her bike to therapy since it is only about 12 blocks from the office and forgot her phone. I feel worst about it because I was actually home and had a few things I wanted her to look into. But she is going to come to his first time back at therapy next week to see how that is going.
You poor thing! Can you go
You poor thing! Can you go in a bit early and pick out frames beforehand? I hate that glaucoma test, too. Still, I think I'd rather have a glaucoma test than a mammogram or a pap. At least the glaucoma thing is over in 10 seconds. Except then they have to do it in the other eye.
Oh yeah, P.S. about the support worker--so she has justified being late all the time by saying it is to help you out so you have time to prepare? She's a clever one, isn't she?
I missed my home session.
I missed my home session. And I was home... I never heard her knock Michael must have not heard either. He was watching Scooby Doo so I doubt he would have moved unless it was a loud knock. I feel silly. I called her later and she told me she had been there. AH. So next week she is going to come to his first therapy appointment to see what all goes on with that.
Shame on that therapist for
Shame on that therapist for not calling you. Doesn't she have a cell phone? If I don't answer the door, the therapist always calls. The usual policy is that they wait 15 minutes for you to show up before they leave and bill whoever is picking up the tab. If that therapist is flaky or dippy, I would call her supervisor and let them know what happened. I can't believe she is making you feel bad because she couldn't be bothered to pound on your door or make a quick phone call.
I've had therapists that wanted to get out of work call me up and ask if Wyatt was feeling well that morning. Because, if I cancel at the last minute, the therapist gets paid anyway but is not required to make up the missed session. If the therapist cancels then she has to make up the session. In our situation, I think the therapist really didn't feel well but she still tried to get me to cancel so she wouldn't have to do a make-up session if she called in sick.
P.S. I'm sorry if I am
P.S. I'm sorry if I am off-base about your therapist. I don't want to offend you! I just don't want you to be taken advantage of.
Oh no it is ok. It is nice
Oh no it is ok. It is nice to have one worker who understands and does not spaz about missed appointments or silly things like this. I know there are some who would be like "I went all the way out there and heard your tv but nobody answered." Trish laughed about it.
I am not offended.
Back in my day... (I know...
Back in my day... (I know... I hate stories that start that way too, but...) the therapy sessions were always at the clinic or at the hospital - never in my home. I spent hours and hours confined behind mirrored glass observing as the various professionals worked with my son.
I never had to worry, though, about the therapist's ingenuity in getting out of appointments... or about having to clean my house. For some appointments, I just had to worry about how I was going to get my son out of the door on time without a big scene or about whether or not the other drivers on the road would stay on the road as they gawked at the crying kid banging his head against the back of the seat so hard that the car would literally be jumping around at the lights... or whether or not I could go back and collect all the clothes he would shed as we walked down the halls (sensory issue - he really didn't like the feel of most clothes).
Yep, it was stressful, but I guess it had some advantages too... It was worth it and hearing him ask me for a glass of milk for the first time - priceless!
Actually Trish is the only
Actually Trish is the only one coming into the house right now. She just checks up on me and Michael for any help we need with little things like various services ect. Some of his evaluations have been done at home. But he no longer sees them. His therapy is done at the hopsital. Which I do like not having to clean house for that.
Just a suggestion from an
Just a suggestion from an OLDER woman lol, try setting
your timer and cleaning fifteen minutes straight (assuming
your son will let you). You'll be amazed at how much you
can accomplish in those fifteen minutes. I manage to keep
the public parts of our house pretty darn clean. Whats
even better is if you can concentrate on just one room
for those fifteen minutes =)
I am lucky he sleeps really
I am lucky he sleeps really well. I can clean after he goes to bed. And I have been known to barge in his room to put things away and vaccuum outside it and no bother to him. I just hate cleaning. My kitchen always gets bad cuz I always put it last and then procrastinate on everything else to avoid it.
In that case, set the time
In that case, set the time for ten or fifteen minutes,
put some music on, shake your bootie and wash those
dishes lol =)
Good morning ladies =) Sorry
Good morning ladies =) Sorry to hear about all the problems
with therapists. We are fortunate to have wonderful
therapists. Is it possible for you to change therapists?
I didnt like the first occupational therapist that was sent
for Marcel. The guy just gave me the creeps even though
to look at him there was nothing obvious (I found out later
I wasnt the only mom who sent him packin'). I figure this
is difficult enough without having to deal with people that
make me or any of us uncomfortable. Anyway that little
incident proved to me that I am the boss when it comes to
that sorta thing. The guy wanted to play "the tickle game"
with my son, he made my skin crawl ugh.