Asteroids

Zach had an OK day today - especially for how busy it was. He had both ABA therapists over plus his one class. He wouldn't say bye-bye - but he did say "pop" and "eeze" as in please. He also pointed a few times today - once completely on his own, and a few times with some prompts from the therapist. Day one of the ABA trials down. How many more to go?

I think Steve captured the feeling well when he described our lives lately: it's like playing a video game at Level 50. I immediately thought of space invaders. Can you just hear the noise as they are about to barrell down on you and squash you? I realized that was the right sound (stamping feet about to crush you) but it didn't truly capture the esssnce of our current experience. Asteroids - the great Atari game of the 70's does; the darned asteroids are flying fast and furious at you from every direction. Unlike some of today's games, video games back in the 70's didn't have end, the objective of the game was to die with a really high score. Some managed to outwit the game and get it to roll over (hit the maximum score, which then reset to 0), but no one actually "won" at asteroids.

Steve is out of town for 5 days, and Zach is supposed to go in on Friday for his follow up appointment with the neurologist- at least we think so - the doctors office doesn't appear to want to tell us when in their schedule they can fit us. Our one therapist is banking on Zach's first word he uses consistently to be of four letters since that was what was flying out of my mouth when trying to deal with this doctor.

I received a note home from Sophie's OT today after a particularly difficult day for her. Sound was really troubling her at school, and she was constantly putting her hands over her ears. We are looking into sound therapy for Sophie to see if this helps. I'd post info about it - but that would mean I would have to find the info in the 10 foot high stack of papers in the office I keep looking at. I need to hire a babysitter and clean the house. I wonder when I will finish the taxes?

Two therapists and two classes today. I was basically with therapists from 8:45 am until 3 pm. I managed to swallow some peanut butter and rice with a glass of water for lunch (mmm, yum). No naps for the kids. Apparently it is much too entertaining to watch their mother get into some sort of vertigo. I am still trying to calm after all the activity.

Mom's appointment with her oncologist was today- and I am terrible and didn't call to check in.
It almost slipped my mind. Now it is too late to call.

A doctor we went to see told us Zach may have an allergy/sensitivity to polybutylene. The doctor wasn't even sure what it was. After googling it, we found that it was a plastic used in plumbing inthe 80's and 90's. We weren't sure if we were believing it at first - but I had a plumber come and see if we had such piping in the house. He went through our unfinished basement, and originally said, no. Then after telling him this was a possible health issue for our son, he said, we should check under the sinks. Sure enough, he claimed that the intakes to the faucets were polybutylene. We are getting a quote to see how much it will cost to get rid of the stuff.

Mom, Zach, Sophie, work, Steve going away - this sure does feel like asteroids. I wish I knew which direction to shoot at, I guess I'll just keep my finger down on the trigger and hope for the best.