Heat stroke Xmas pressie Happy New Year!

Thank you for your kind words in my previous post.
At the rate this kid is going he'll have 'speed walker' or cat walk model as his main career.
Let me explain....

I won't mention the fact he said something, somewhere and later told me about it and that I *may* have over-reacted to this thing that he said.
But I still maintain it was wrong....
I won't mention that he packed his bag, kicked out the fly-wire screen in his bedroom window (which was less like Chuck Norris and more like Sheldon trying to escape a swarm of flying ants) and took off on Christmas Eve.
Hot Christmas Eve.
With no money.
With having no brekkie or meds or fluids.
Because that would mean listening and doing as his parents had nagged him for a gazillion times.
Cos...what teen would do that?!

I won't mention that the police were called, that the air wing (helicopter) was alerted and in the sky searching for him.
I won't mention that he eventually returned, several hours later, with a delightful dose of heat stroke having speed walked to Carnegie station, then caught the train into the city and wandered about in the heat for some time (carrying a heavy backpack) before realising how thirsty he was.
I won't mention how ill he was, vomiting up all the fluids he drank until my nagging finally got through to him to sip it s-l-o-w-l-y.
 Oh, yeah, I did the whole "I told you so" thing.

I won't mention how the little bugger has always been a challenge for keeping his fluids up in the heat but this year he's being contrary; digging his toes in and deliberately refusing to drink the more we nag.
Plus insisting on wearing cold weather clothing and sleeping under his thick, heavy, weighted blankets.
Which is his normal thing but it's becoming more marked as his anxiety rises with passing time, despite the increased meds (which could be feeding my anxiety but let's not mention that, ok?).
And complaining about the noise the fans make....him, not me.

Nor will I mention how getting him to eat is an adventure game in itself, as ceasing the Risperdone has robbed him of the false, increased appetite and we're back to the usual picking like a baby bird with the ritual "I'm not hungry,".
Unless it's chocolate...then he'll eat it until he's sick.
Literally.
Brown waves of a sickly ocean washing over the floor...not pretty.

He's dropping weight without even trying, which he's loving cos he was getting all self-conscious about the tiny pot belly he'd developed.
Tiny!!!
Now the non-existent hips aren't holding up the board shorts (no budgie smugglers in this household, thankyouverymuch).

I won't mention how much bribery runs this household... from this morning if he doesn't drink or eat when he's given fluids/food then he loses 30 mins of his precious game of Minecraft.
Any lip and he loses a further 30 mins.
He told me what he thought, which wasn't a lot, let me tell you.
But it's working.
For now.
Until he finds something else to irritate him.

Now, seeing as how I haven't mentioned a thing, let's hope 2012 is a splediferously wonderful year for us all!

Confessions of a bored blogger

I have a confession to make.
I haven't blogged here for ages cos I found life...everything... boring.
Same old, same old; monumental meltdowns coupled with calls to emergency services, smashed up house, asking for help...and stress.
Oh, yes, that added extra every parent needs.
That was sarcasm dripping on the keyboard if you didn't notice.

If I found the whole thing as stimulating as watching bat shit dry, what could I offer you to read...the back of a cereal packet?

My gorgeous Feral Aspie teen has started back at mainstream school.
Thereby hangs a tale of mystery.
Through a series of events/circumstances/comments/attitudes, etc, he did not start at his school until AFTER the bully (who nearly caused him to have a complete breakdown in primary school) was EXPELLED from the very same school.
My Dad was looking after his beloved grandson.
This child of mine has laughed at ribbing earning grudging respect...he has come back with funny responses when someone has given him lip....he has been polite, well-mannered with his teachers....he has corrected smartarses who tried to prove him wrong in front of teachers (who backed him up), yesterday he braved name-calling on the bus to liberate some terracotta pots from hard rubbish for me.

Then this morning we got a call to tell us how much he is liked at school.
How much his teachers like him and like having him in their classes.
How impressed they are with his academic work.
How much the other kids like him.
How some have dubbed him "the coolest dude".

Our lives changed with his diagnosis at age 2, it changed again when he faced so many challenges at the start of school, then our existence changed again when the bullying got out of control for which I began homeschooling him.
Again our lives changed following his head injury and his behavioural change.
After 4 years of homeschooling he was ready to return to mainstream school and, through serendipity (his Pa watching over him) we found him the right school that was the right fit, with small classes, at the right time.

The sun is shining despite the pouring rain outside my window.
Our life has changed again after the phone call this morning.
My boys beautiful nature is having a chance to shine through once more.

Day 1 of the Triffid Takeover of Mah Brain

Well, apparently I'm supposed to be feeling a tad nauseous on the new happy pills.
I was supposed to start off on half tablets due to the nausea side effects but, me being the stingy old cow that I am, I went for the cheaper version which is almost impossible to snap in half unless you have thumb nails of STEEL, baby!
So, I figured if I was gonna have my head down the S bend for half a tab I may as well go the effort for a full one.
Touch wood, fingers crossed so far no chundering on the horizon.
I don't expect to get my happy on straight away as it takes time to build up but I am pleased there's no spewy happening.
Although I've just noticed a slight metallic taste in my mouth...hmmm, may need to sort that with some morning tea.
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As for going postal....
There's a few incidents that have been let go through to the keeper of late - cos we've been a little busy with stuffs - but I've been on the warpath and have gone a little postal on some arses.

First up is the local Woolworths store where an assistant in the liquor store accused Aspie teen of stealing a half empty bottle of cola he was currently necking after he took ONE step into the store with his father then stepped back out of the store.
Second, same store earlier this week apparently a toy rep was having a shitty day so took it out on Aspie teen who was poking the siren buttons on some Matchbox trucks (in OPEN packaging to encourage kids to poke the siren buttons, I might add) and roared at him,
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
When he told me this last one this morning I explained that next time someone asks him such an obviously stupid bloody question to tell them his mother said to say he was knitting a damn jumper and what colour did they want theirs in.
Mamma Bear then trotted over, switched on the computer and got some phone numbers to lodge complaints - a HUGE apology from the store manager who is following it up with the liquor assistant and the toy rep. company

Also, waiting for a call back from someone else.
Which is all I'll say at this juncture as it's probably going to get really ugly, judging by past UNprofessional behaviour.

Now, some sauteed field mushrooms and tomatoes on toast for morning tea sounds perfect!

Make 'em laugh and dodge the muck

The Aspie teen has, as I type, completed his English work for the day and is getting himself some culture (more than his usual serving from a tub of yoghurt *boom tish* ) and is watching the 1952 film version of The Importance of being Earnest.

He loves these older Brit comedic films; there's a style, a particular fashion in their making that seems to appeal to him and his sense of humour while offering no threats or anxieties.
And he needs a bit of humour in his life at the moment.

Dad has yet another chest infection and several new medications.
Hubby put the prescriptions into the chemist and stupidly assumed they'd been all filled and started following the new medication regime.
Dad is on a bajillion tablets at eleventy thousand times each day - before meals, after meals, with meals, between meals - not to mention the 4 hourly nebulisers, puffers and pain relief.
He has 10 different meds at brekkie alone - some before, some after, some with his food - all which have to be broken into tiny pieces for him to swallow which takes at least 5 tiny bird-like sips of fluid before he can get the message to his gag reflex to work.
Then, this weekend he has started on thickened fluids as he is unable to swallow without choking on fluids now.
Hubby double checked and found they hadn't filled the antibiotics - when he went back they said they didn't have them in stock, that we'd have to wait until Monday.

Dad has started going downhill mentally, refusing to eat and drink, doing silly things like emptying his hot water bottle into the waste paper basket by his chair or throwing his bedlinen onto the floor and tossing his water onto it , refusing to stand/walk, etc.
And of course he's doubly incontinent - I won't share the details but suffice to say Aspie teen freaks out and seeks respite in the backyard or up a tree while we deal with the filth.
We have tried to feed Dad, encouraged him to drink and he refuses, closing his mouth, calling us names, lashing out with his fists and feet.
You gotta respect a bloke with feet as blue as a Smurf who can manage to do that.

So, we're indulging in Fox Classics comedies like On The Buses, 'Allo 'Allo, Are You Being Served?, and the odd genuine film, classic like today's The Importance of being Earnest. 

Battle of the Blogger Butts - new challenge, have a go!

Well, I think the above is pretty evident I'm on a weight loss kick.
Again.
Not that I've actually been off a weight loss kick but with so much support and encouragement from other blogging gals I hope to be able to shift some weight and keep it off.
I eat healthy, we all do, but there are times when a day has been just too freaking exhausting or I'm in brain fartage overload and I do the whole comfort food thing.
Cos I can.
Cos when each day slides into the next like Groundhog Day with Aspie teen's anger, fury and, overall, disappointment tainting every.single.thing with bitterness, the whole comfort food thing seems pretty harmless.
Until the scales start screaming in protest and the XXXL clothes are snug and you don't recognise yourself in a shop window...then the whole bitter disappointment thing starts up again and the comfort food seems so innocuous...
With optimism of a brand new year buoying me up I'm hoping to carve some of the beef off this carcass.
Although I'd love to I'm not attending the Aussie Bloggers Conference like most of the others taking on the Battle of the Bloggers Butts (too much hassle with Aspie teen, my vision and Meniere's Syndrome) but I hope I can offer support and encouragement to the other gals embarking on this challenge.
Go check it out HERE, give it a go, heck what have any of us got to lose except some unwanted weight?!