MISCELLANEOUS MONDAY STUFF

I'm going to say one more thing about Colby losing strength and motion in his right hand, then I'm going to let it be. Okay, you know me better than that, I have more than one thing to say about everything. It was just so sudden. It was like on a Thursday he was driving perfectly fine, then by the next Tuesday he was unable to squeeze/activate the switch to drive. Usually after a long hospital stay or illness I'll see decreased strength and/or motion with Colby, but he has been as healthy as he can be for months, years really. He hasn't had a major hospital stay in almost 2 years. I'm frustrated beyond belief, but can you imagine how Colby feels? Of course he realizes he can't activate his driving switch any more. I'm struggling with that because dammit, it's not fair. It's also heartbreaking, disgusting and he doesn't deserve it. There, that's it. Time to accept this for what it is and move on.

Colby's IEP meeting is this Thursday. IEPs are not exactly my idea of a good time. I compare them to someone either burning off my eyebrows slowly with a match or having all 20 of my nails yanked out with vice grips. I'm pretty sure the pain is equal with all 3 scenarios. I've been making notes for days as I think of things. LOTS of changes for Colby this time around, including the amount of time he attends school, new academic goals, Skyping as part of his academics, etc. It'll be interesting I'm sure. Better eat my Wheaties and put some Bailey's in my coffee Thursday morning. Colby's speech therapist wants to switch Colby from using 45 icons on a page for eye gaze to 84 icons per page. I was totally against the idea at first. But I've watched Colby navigate the 84 per page, and he has amazing accuracy. Well of course he does, he's an AMAZING kid, duh. He can still find his crazy hellos and all the other stuff he liked on the 45 per page. So we're going to give this 84 per page thing a try.

We had an interesting Saturday night around here, and by interesting, I mean stupid. Colby and I were chilling on the couch watching Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. I heard a weird noise coming from the bathroom. Side note, Colby liked the movie! Got up to see what was up. There was water dripping from the ceiling and running out of my drywall. I'm not kidding, it was coming through the wall. Wish I had gotten it on video because I know everyone thinks I'm cra-cra. Called the "emergency" maintenance number. Waited 15 minutes or so. Water still dripping, running. I called twice, and my call was not returned. Finally it stopped. I'm thinking they had some overflow issue upstairs. Thank God it stopped. Didn't have any leaking/dripping yesterday. And bless his heart, the "emergency" maintenance man called me back late last night, 24 hours after my original phone calls! Dork! I got the old "my cell phone has been acting up" story from him. So of course I was over at the apartment office this morning telling them the whole scoop. They are "sorry" for any inconvenience. Yeah, well, sorry don't sweeten my tea, pal! Now they need to get over here and fix the wallpaper and drywall before mold sets in. Love it here. Oh way, no I don't, this place sucks.     

And last but not least, I'm officially a fish murderer. We're down to one lonely fish in our tank, the black bug-eyed. Last week the gold bug-eyed bit the bullet. Poor thing, he was looking mighty sad and lethargic the last couple of days before he went to that big aquarium in the sky. He'd try to swim, get tired, rest. Get sucked over by the filter. Or he just hovered on the bottom of the tank. Since then I've changed the filter and added some drops that neutralize the water. Hoping this fish holds on for a while. I've helped my child surpass his life expectancy by 10 years, but I can't keep a damn fish afloat for 2 months. Go figure.  

That's all I've got for now. More fabulous blogging soon. Hopefully it won't include leakage or fish issues of any sort.