by Lillian Csernica on October 7, 2015
Stress. It’s not just for breakfast anymore.
Today Chris took Michael in to have blood drawn so the doctors can see if his kidneys are still improving and the new diet is providing correct nutrition.
Tomorrow I take Michael to the specialist who will check his muscle tone, adjust his Baclofen pump if necessary, and decide whether or not Michael can return to school on Monday.
Tomorrow is also the day I see my therapist. Thank God she’s willing to do a phone session.
I just got email from John’s teacher/caseworker offering me four dates and times in the next two weeks for John’s annual IEP. Today is Wednesday, right? The first of the four choices is this coming Monday. I need notice, dammit! We run on some very tight schedules around here.
The second date doesn’t work because in order to attend the IEP Chris has to take a day off of work. The second choice is a week from today, also a Wednesday. Taking a day off in the middle of the week causes problems.
The third choice is the 19th, which doesn’t work because I’ll be packing for a week away from home.
The fourth choice doesn’t work because I will be on a plane somewhere over the Pacific Ocean.
On the 16th I have a doctor appointment.
On the 26th Michael has a checkup with his gastroenterologist, whom we kept up to date on all of Michael’s travails during his two months in Oakland. I should be at that appointment, since I’m the one who was at Ground Zero for all the hospital events, but I will still be away from home.
And the 31st is Halloween, of course, which is one of John’s favorite days of the year. One of mine as well, because I really do enjoy seeing the costumes and giving out candy and/or little toys. It will be nice to end this month on a festive note.
The 31st is also my deadline for two 2500 word short stories that must be set 30 days apart and relate to each other in some way. I have a roughdraft on the first story. I’m 1/3 into the second story. There will be no doing five drafts per project on these. I’m going to have to slam them out and hope for the best.
Think happy thoughts for me, my comrades-in-stress. How do you folks handle this kind of high intensity scheduling?