Obviously I spoke too soon yesterday, babbling about the cheeky child holding himself together.
Cos it all went abso-bloody-lutely to shit today.
Psychotic episode, first major one in years - well, first one we couldn't tuck behind the label of 'epic meltdown'.
I'm allowed to tell you about it, full permission from the Aspie kid.
But it isn't the episode that makes us angry, it's the lack of mental health care.
We called an ambulance - no problems.
Got to public hospital - no problems.
Then tried to get any kind of psych professional to review my son?
Bwahahahahahaha, oh, pull-eze, you must be kidding.
The paediatric doctor did not stop trying to ring around to get someone down to the A&E, to just even eyeball my son for 5 mins, with no bloody hope at all.
In the end we were sent home to follow it up with our own paediatrician and private psychologist.
We only agreed to this as he'd calmed down but what happens when the kids haven't calmed down?
If Kevin Rudd and every greedy politician is serious about 'improving' our hospitals then they must address this complete lack of Give A Fuck in mental health and fund it enough to make everyone care.
Now, if you'll please excuse me I'm feeling a bit knackered and am going to have a nanna nap for the next couple of years.