Really. Poor Mr. T. I've pegged him as depressed and ornery and then I had an epiphany last Friday. I Googled his Ungodly Expensive Medication and learned that a side effect is "depression in adults." The doctor and nurse had me so worried about his liver and blood count that I ignored this side effect. So I took him off the meds, put him back on the Inconvenient, Yet Effective Sticky as a Melted Popsicle Liquid Medication and called the doctor's office. The nurse assured me that Mr. T couldn't have been affected by depression. And yet a day after I took him off of it, he was back to his normal, interested, lively and happy self. Huh. Silly old me. Doesn't matter what you think, I tell her, he's NOT going back on that medication. It sucks the life out of him.
THEN Nurse MeNOT volunteered a pill option for the Inconvenient, Yet Effective Medication. A pill that he takes in the morning and evening and costs a fraction of the Ungodly Expensive Medication that made my kid depressed. A pill with hardly any side effects that stops his seizures.
She didn't mention this option earlier because?
She's a dumbass.
Then I went to talk to Mr. T's teacher about his struggles in 3rd grade. In the course of our discussion it became clearer and brighter than the blast at Hiroshima that my kid is probably dyslexic. So now I'm going through the red tape to get him tested and diagnosed so we can start reteaching grades 1-3 in a way he understands.
My heart aches and breaks for how much I've put this kid through and all the times I've doubted him and hollered at him and been frustrated with him.
I swear if he asked me today, I'd buy him a Nintendo DS and a Wii and a pony AND a car.