I want to have a sit-down and a come-to-jesus with your doctor like you cannot believe, ita. There's no reason not to write scrips for a month, and given what he's prescribing for, the added stress of running short and scrambling to refill is Not Cool and completely counterintuitive.

Two weeks of meds is depressing as hell.

We are currently using a non-optimal med because we have to wait until 10/15 before they will refill the optimal med. It's a fucking drag. And we can't get an authorization for more g-tubes even though ours NEVER last the promised 3 months. The best we get are 6 weeks.

And on a personal note anything about how we're the right parents for a sick kid with cerebral palsy or that we must be so strong etc piss me OFF more than I can say. God knows I certainly didn't choose this and the person saying this won't ward off similar misfortune by saying they could never do this.

Right? When someone says "You're a better person than me." I want to ask them wtf they think they would do if mac was their child. Like what? they just wouldn't parent him.

A sign announcing 'Free parking on Sunday' should lead one to conclude that on every other day of the week there will be a charge levied for leaving one's car in that spot. The posted exception, therefore proves (demonstrates) that at other times the rule is in effect.

I think this is right. It matches the French version of this saying: l'exception fait la règle (The exception makes, or sometimes confirms, the rule).

That's ridiculous wrt the prescriptions. It should not be this hard.

And yeah. You do what you have to do. It's not a matter of strong or good. It's a matter of you have to, so you do.

ugh, my makeshift rain barrels are mosquito heaven and swimming with larvae. Must buy netting tomorrow.

You can get some anti-mosquito ring thingies to put in them, too. Ours are not bad, but they aren't open, either. The little frog pond is busily frequented by bees and hornets and wasps and whatnot, but I haven't noticed mosquitoes. Possibly because of the proximity of young, hungry frogs.

Who is watching No Ordinary Family?

Like -t, I will be soon.

Also, today sucked a really incredible amount of ass. I need booze.

Most times, what is labelled as being "strong" is that the alternative is going AWOL and that's not an acceptable option, to the individual or society. Some things, unless you are severely broken, you just get through. Maybe not as you planned, maybe not as you hoped, and maybe you just fuck it up and deal with the aftermath. But you keep going.

My friend has not heard from her stepson in months, and last time they did, it was to let him know he'd violated parole and had a warrant in the state. And they did everything right, and frankly, many people in the juvie business were surprised at their persistence. They went through. Some would say they gave up, when kid turned 18. They didn't, they had no power left. Strength, maybe, that it hasn't ruined their lives. They have a lot of sorrow, a lot of pain, but they are still putting one foot in front of the other, and hoping for more kids. Is that strength? Or just living as best you can with what you are dealt? Isn't that what we all try to do, no matter our circumstances?

Tying both the religion quiz and the bad platitude threads together: I grew up in a large, Catholic, highly literate family. We had tons of books we carted everywhere. I always went to Catholic schools except for Kindergarten and Senior year in highschool. I predate Vatican II by ten years. The library and church were the only places we were taken as a group.

So, I know tons of trivia about a lot of things and I don't even know where I learned it all. It was just there. I got 100% on the quiz, but I guessed on the last one.

My mother used to drive me batshit with the old "offer it up" if anything went wrong. Or "pray to St. Jude". Those were her answers to everything and her excuse for being an absentee-stay at home, Irish, alcoholic parent.

In my childhood, the big difference between Catholics and Protestants was the crucifix vs the cross. Catholics had more blood. I used to pass out in grade school every time we had Stations of the Cross.

I had a point but forgot it.