Even with the holiday coming, it’s been a pretty good week for Tim. One rough morning earlier this week when he called Tom and said, “I’m hyper, I’m bouncing, I need you to talk me down,” Tom did.
The staffing call – a quarterly round of BS that we have to endure to keep Tim’s grant – was uneventful. The RTC gets their new staff psychiatrist next week and I am debating whether to discuss a med change with him/her from Clozaril / Haldol to Saphris. If you have experience with Saphris, I would LOVE to hear about it – please email me or leave me a comment!
I’m a little blue with Tom gone for a week hunting. He really needs and deserves his male bonding time with his friends, though. He takes such good care of us all year he really deserves it. Besides, the entire family loves venison and our freezer is pretty empty from last year’s single deer. I miss Tom when he’s gone, especially with Wonderboy overseas. Wonderboy Skyped me yesterday to say he has a sore throat, he doesn’t feel good, and he misses his mommy and his dog. I nearly lost it right at my desk. He will be 21 next week. Where in the blessed hell does the time go?
I got a letter from our town’s public high school today, asking if Tim would be walking in graduation in June. I called the office there and reminded him that he wouldn’t be graduating. I was sorta pissy about it. The call went something like:
Them: “Hi – just wanted to know if Tim would be joining us for the graduation celebration.”
Me: “He’s not graduating, suckers. I got you to put it in writing – you signed the IEP that says he’s gonna be a super senior. I’m looking at it right here. So suck it, high school, you’re stuck with him another four years.”
I may be paraphrasing.