The Daughter Chronicles

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

The saga of Mia's new wheelchair!

Mia got her first "real" wheelchair (she had a stroller that was kind of hybrid before it) in November 2011, so three years later, she had outgrown it by quite a bit. In December I took her to the wheelchair place to get her measured for a new one. The last time, it took two months from when she got measured to when she got it. Surely it wouldn't take as long this time, right?!?!?

When I got her measured, I mentioned to the dude that we were getting new insurance at the beginning of the year. He told me not to worry about it, because it would be covered under the insurance we had at the time. The saga of our insurance is wacky, too, but basically, we kept Obamacare (through Aetna) last year even after Krys got a job, because it was cheaper. Then her company got sold, and the new insurance was cheaper, so we were switching at the beginning of the year. That's crucial to remember.

So we hunkered down and waited. They have to make the wheelchair to her specifications, of course, and they have to send it through the insurance. That's always the fun part. So we waited. Around the end of January/beginning of February we received a letter stating that Aetna had approved the wheelchair, but the date on it was after the first of the year. We wondered if the company needed to send it through the new insurance even though the dude told me not to worry about it. I called the company - and didn't get through to the woman I needed to talk to, which is not surprising (it's the same company that made her chair three years ago, and I was dealing with the same people - the woman is very nice and fairly helpful, but she's dreadful at returning phone calls), but once I talked to her (she actually returned my call promptly, which would not last), I found out what happened. They had checked the eligibility of Aetna in January, and we were still active, so they submitted it under that. Here's where it starts to get annoying (it would get much more so): Aetna did not let us cancel our coverage. They told us that we couldn't just cancel it, like responsible people. They had to generate a bill, send it to us, and we had to not pay it. Then they would cancel us. If this sounds like the dumbest way to cancel something that you've ever heard, well, you're not wrong. We haven't paid a bill since December, and we just recently got a letter saying that they were going to cancel us by the end of March if we didn't pay. I mean, really. I'm very grateful for the ACA because we needed insurance when Krys was laid off at the beginning of last year, but that's just moronic. Anyway, I told the woman that we're covered under new insurance (you know, like I told the dude in December), and gave her all the relevant information, which I could have done, you know, early in January. She said she would submit it to the new insurance (United Health Care), and we were off!

The interesting thing about it all is that the woman told me the chair was already done and on its way to their showroom, and she told me she wouldn't make me wait for it until the new insurance signed off on it because that wouldn't be very nice. She told me that it would be 10 business days until it arrived. So we waited. And we waited. She told me this on a Friday, so two weeks later, I expected the chair to be there. I even waited until the following week to call her. So I called her. She didn't answer and never returned my call. The next week Mia's teacher called me. The bus driver didn't want to take Mia on the bus anymore because the brakes on her chair were pretty much shot (her size was the main reason she needed a new chair, but the worn-out brakes were a major consideration, as well). I called Transportation to see what the deal was, because the bus has straps to tie her down, after all, and her brakes aren't as necessary on the bus as they would be, say, when you just want her to sit still. The dude at Transportation told me that it wasn't about when the bus was in motion, but when the driver was loading her onto the bus and in the process of strapping her down. If her brakes were worn out, she could easily move the chair and bang the driver on the head while the driver was kneeling down strapping her in. Fair enough, thought I, but I did note that Mia has an aide with her, and she could hold the wheelchair still. The dude at Transportation told me, and I swear I'm not making this up, that the aide is not qualified. Not qualified to keep a wheelchair from moving for less than a minute while someone else straps it down. I didn't argue - the rules have been etched in stone, I'm sure, for centuries, and they're not going to bend them for me - but I did chuckle to myself a little. I got off the phone and immediately called the wheelchair place, and got ... no answer. So over the next week-and-a-half, I had to pick Mia up from school. Sigh.

I called the wheelchair place again - and got no answer again - before deciding I would start calling every hour, on the hour. The first time I tried that - on the Monday of the next week - I actually got through to the woman. She told me that she was still waiting for the insurance to come through, and that the chair was in their possession. So could I get it? She told me that they could deliver it that Friday - four weeks after she told me it would be 10 business days until it arrived - and that the dude would come out to our house late on Friday afternoon. Then, of course, he was about two hours late even for that, but her new chair had arrived! And yes, it took even longer than two months!

It's basically the same kind she had before - it's the same brand, the same color, and it has her name embroidered on the back and the front wheels light up when the turn (no extra charge for those two fun features). It's longer and wider than her previous one, which is nice going over small steps - our landing has a small step that always felt steeper when I was pushing the chair over it, but now we just zip over it - and across thresholds. On the last one, she had rubber knobs attached to the rims on the outside of the wheels to help her move it, but we got rid of those because she's good enough at propelling it without them, and that also allows those rims to be closer to the wheel. The back wheels are a bit farther back than previously, and I'm not sure how good at moving it she is, because she hasn't had many chances to do so. I keep forgetting to ask if she gets around in her classroom, because that's where she would try to move the most. It's also a tighter fit in the van, naturally, because the chair is bigger, but it still fits, so that's nice. Mia looks a lot more comfortable in it, naturally, because her feet aren't almost touching the ground.

Of course, I took pictures:







So that's the saga of Mia's new chair. Next: the saga of Mia's new bed!!!!! (Yes, Mia lives through many sagas. She's like a Valkyrie!)

Saturday, February 28, 2015

I am ... Mia's impacted colon

As you might recall, Mia has had issues with constipation since her accident, because she doesn't walk, so her insides don't move things around as well as they should, and therefore things get blocked up. Recently, her issues have gotten worse, which is too bad. We took her to the gastroenterologist in late December just for a regular check-up, and the doctor was very concerned with her "impacted colon." Yeah, you never really want to hear that phrase in conjunction with anything, so it was a bit distressing. Her scoliosis is making her constipation worse, because her spine is bent so badly that it's crunching her colon a bit, so that solid waste moves through it even less easily than it used to, which is not a very good thing. So we had to take steps!

The first day, we gave Mia an enema. If I live to be 200 years old, I never want to give anyone an enema ever again. It wasn't even that awful, but it was very awkward and the entire concept of it was just terrible to comprehend. People actually give enemas for a living? That's cray-cray, I tells ya. Anyway, we gave her a lot of MiraLAX, a lot of suppositories, and we tried to clean her out. After that we tried to ease back on it a little, but enough to maintain her pooping. Her gastroenterologist, whom I have seen far too often over the past two months, wants her to poop every day, which is never going to happen, I'm afraid. So she wants us to be really aggressive about giving Mia various aids, and I'm not as comfortable with it. The problem is that for whatever reason, Mia will not poop for several days (even with MiraLAX and suppositories) and then over the course of a few days, she'll basically never stop. It's awful, and then the cycle begins again. With the MiraLAX, her stool was getting softer, and because of that, it wasn't as obvious when she had pooped, so the possibility that she would sit with it in her diaper for a while came up, and that leads to urinary tract infections and just general messiness. We've had to dump her in the bath tub quite a lot in the past two months because it's pointless to try to clean her up any other way. That's not a lot of fun when I'm home alone, let me tell you. I would love for her to poop every day, of course, but I'd rather it be every few days and be a fairly well-defined stool rather than every day of mushiness. I don't think the gastroenterologist agrees.

So we've been trying to find a balance. I go back to the doctor, she tells me to try this and that, I try this and that, and it works with varying degrees of timeliness. One problem is that Mia's new food, which isn't a milk-based or synthetic formula but blended food, seems a lot easier on her stomach, so she doesn't act as uncomfortably constipated as she used to. Back in the day, you could tell when she was struggling to poop, because her stool was fairly hard and she would strain a lot. These days she doesn't seem to mind being constipated, and I imagine her stool isn't causing as much difficulty even if her colon is impacted. That doesn't mean it's healthy, of course, but it does mean that we tend to forget that she's probably constipated - we have a lot on our minds, after all, and when she doesn't act like she's uncomfortable, we don't think about her constipation. It's Saturday morning, and she hasn't pooped since Tuesday, but she seems fine. We're still trying, of course, but it doesn't feel like it's as much of an issue.

The latest thing we're trying is oral suppositories, which I didn't know existed. She took her first one last night, so we'll see how that works (in conjunction with the MiraLAX, of course). One reason why her gastroenterologist is so obsessed with her constipation is because of her upcoming back surgery (about five weeks away, yay!). The pain meds she'll be on cause, you guessed it, constipation, so the anticipation is that her problems with only be exacerbated. I'm not so sure, though, because if her bent spine is partly causing the severe constipation, that presumably won't be a problem after the surgery, as her spine will be, you know, straight. So while the meds might cause constipation, if we remove one factor from what's causing it and add another, it should be a net sum of zero, right? So she'll still be constipated, but about as bad as she is now, which I don't think is as bad as the doctor thinks. But we shall see. We're crossing our fingers that the surgery will be a boon to more than her sitting position!

Monday, January 19, 2015

Parade day!

It's Civil Rights Day, and the principal at Norah's school arranged for a place in the Mesa parade celebrating civil rights. Norah, a veteran of more than one parades (thanks to Girl Scouts), was in it, and so was I. I'm pretty sure it was the first parade I've ever marched in. When I was young, I wasn't in stuff that was very "parade-friendly" - I wasn't in a marching band or Boy Scouts, for instance - so I'm pretty sure this was the first time. It wasn't a long route, and we had a grand old time. We had one dude dress as Benjamin Franklin (as Norah's school is named after him), a nifty banner, and some posters. The principal was hoping to advertise the school, which would be nice. One of the parents had some big ideas for next year, so we'll see if it becomes a tradition. For this first year, it was a small affair. The principal wanted to make sure things weren't too crazy the first year. The kids at Norah's school are generally well-behaved, so we'll see if next year we have a bigger contingent. It was a beautiful day - low 60s with a nice breeze, so even I wasn't too hot even though I was wearing pants. A good time was had by all! And, of course, I took pictures!



(This first one was taken by another parent. The kids were having fun wearing the Ben Franklin gear.)

















Fun stuff in downtown Mesa!

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Look! Up in the sky!

Early in November I took Mia to the Scottsdale airport for an event run by Sky Kids, a charity that takes special needs kids flying. Someone had told Krys about it, and we thought Mia might like it. Krys had to take Norah to something for Girl Scouts (kids are busy, man!), so she couldn't go, so it was just Mia and me.

The event was at an office building right next to the airport which had a hanger in the back that led onto the runway, and they had a lot of things going on to keep the kids occupied while we waited. None of which, of course, Mia was interested in. She doesn't do stuff with yo-yos, she doesn't eat much, and she's not terribly interested in coloring and other crafts (not that she can do those things very well). She did like, however, the hanger, because that meant she could zip around in her wheelchair. So we did that for a good 30-40 minutes - Mia zipping around, Daddy following her to make sure she didn't bother anyone too much or crash into anything.



After an hour, we finally got to go on the plane. They were small planes, obviously - I think they were all four-seaters. The biggest fear I had was that Mia would get sick, because you never know what's going to happen when you get her in someplace new. She was very happy to be going up, and while we waited on the runway (there were lots of planes landing that day), she was getting a bit hot because the window was closed. The pilot had to close it because it was so breezy, so I felt a bit bad for Mia. Then we were off! Once we got off the ground successfully, I kept worrying because such a small plane rattles all the time, and I was hoping that wouldn't upset her stomach. We flew north from Scottsdale toward Cave Creek, making a big loop somewhat in the shape of a "P." Mia seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, although I'm not sure how much she actually looked out the window at the ground. She was sitting on the left side of the plane, and as Mia tends to orient herself to the right, she was looking at me and the center of the plane a lot. I should have put her on the right side, because she probably would have looked out the window a bit more often. I kept telling her to look out the window, and she did, but I'm not sure if she was too keen about it. Beats me - Mia doesn't share her inner thoughts very much. She was smiling a lot, and she told me she had a very good time, so that's good enough for me!

I'm not sure if we'll do it again - Mia doesn't talk about things she really wants to do, obviously, and if I ask her if she wants to fly again, I'm sure she'd say yes but I'm also sure she wouldn't care if she never did. We'll see - I assume they do these kinds of things every so often, so I'm sure we'll hear about another one now that we're on their radar!

Of course, I took pictures!















Yeah, Arizona doesn't look any better from the air, does it? Well, at least the mountains are nice.

We like doing things with Mia. She often doesn't want to do much, but once we get her out of the house, she tends to enjoy herself, at least for a while. Everything should be within about five minutes of our house so that we can get there much more quickly!

Friday, October 31, 2014

Whenever Mia gets busy, it's never good news

Poor Mia. I decided to set up a bunch of doctor appointments in October for her, and she also had her parent-teacher conference. So she's been running around getting looked at, poked and prodded, having no fun whatsoever. Here's a run-down.

First, she went to see her neurologist. He didn't say much, but he did like that we have almost weaned her completely off of her bad seizure medication. The stuff she had been taking, valproic acid, was fine for her seizures but made her bones more brittle, so combining it with someone who doesn't walk and bear weight and all those other things that build up bone strength wasn't a good idea. Over the past six months or so, we've gotten her off the valproic acid and onto Lamictal, which seems to working perfectly fine. It's been months since she had a seizure, at least the seizures we used to see (at school, they claim she's had one or two, but the way they describe them makes them sound like they might be times when Mia is just spacing out a bit). So that was nice. I totally forgot to ask the neurologist about her latest tic - she twists her head to the side rather violently, and we're not sure if it's a new kind of seizure or not. It seems somewhat voluntary, or at least something she can control if she puts her mind to it, so I'm not that worried, but I'm still pissed that I forgot to mention it.

Then she had to get a molar pulled. Whenever Mia's teeth are loose, they rarely come out easily, because unlike other kids, Mia doesn't really bother them too much, so they take their sweet old time coming out. For the past few, we've actually taken her to the dentist to get them pulled because they were taking so long. She went to the dentist in September and he told me that it wasn't that big of a deal, but several weeks (not quite a month, but close) later, the teeth still weren't out. I took her in and he pulled one, but couldn't find the other one. Presumably it fell out, but we're not sure if she swallowed it. If she did, it didn't affect her at all. Anyway, those were the last two baby teeth she had, so now she doesn't have to worry about it anymore! Also, all four of her molars had fillings in them, but now her mouth is clean ... for a while. It's still hard to keep them clean, because flossing is a total pain in the butt.

Later in the month, we headed off to the orthopedic surgeon to discuss her back. As you might recall, Mia's scoliosis continues to get worse, and her doctor told us we really don't have any choice but surgery. Our only choice, really, is whether we want to do it right away or wait a few years, and he said there was absolutely no good reason to wait, because it would just get worse. Unfortunately, "right away" means at least April, as he's booked through March, but that works a little, because the recovery period is so long that we thought she'd have to miss a good chunk of school. If we get it done in May, she won't miss too much school or possibly none at all, if he thinks it's okay to wait until Memorial Day, which is when she gets out of school. We shall see. We're still nervous, of course, because it's surgery, but that's the way it is, I guess.

Finally, she went to see her physiatrist, who also didn't have too much to say. She's more worried about her wrist, as it's still bent too much and her splint isn't helping as much as we'd like. I put the splint on her almost every day (I know it should be every day, but sometimes I forget), but I only do it when she gets home, so she only wears it for a few hours. I used to have her wear it to school, but they would take it off sometimes and not put it back on, which defeats the purpose. I'm going to start again and hope it's better this time, because she really ought to wear it for six hours or so a day.

Her last appointment of the month was today, with a pulmonologist. The orthopedic surgeon sent her there as part of the preparation for her back surgery, as they need to figure out how much help she'll need breathing in the post-operative phase. Mia has always been healthy (with the exception, obviously, of brain-injury-related stuff), and her breathing is perfectly fine, so the doctor didn't think she's have any issues after the surgery. So she's cleared for surgery, and I'll have to contact the office to set up it up.

She also had her parent-teacher conference, which was ... okay, I guess. I noted the last time I posted (yes, two months ago - I apologize!) that Mia had been acting poorly at school, and it hasn't gotten much better. Her aide decided she was too much to handle, so they're now looking for a new aide. In the meantime, while they still have aides for her, she doesn't have an aide solely devoted to her, which means she hasn't really developed a relationship with any of the aides and is therefore perfectly willing to be mean to them. They finally decided to put on a mitt we bought - it's like a boxing glove, except far more comfortable, and it's designed to keep kids from pinching anyone. They didn't want to put it on her because state law doesn't want to "restrict" children, and they have to jump through some legal hoops to allow it. Yes, we bought it and told them it was okay to use, but that wasn't enough. They told me they had to amend her IEP, which is fine, but they didn't do it until after the parent-teacher conference. Now, I thought they would need more of the IEP team to sign off on it, but it was just her teacher and the principal (and me, of course), and in the end, I didn't even have to sign the amendment. So they waited two months or so when the teacher could have written up an amendment in five minutes. I love bureaucracies!

I'm not terribly sympathetic to the aides and teachers at her school anymore, though. I know it hurts when Mia grabs and pinches, but I've told them how to deal with her and gave them the tools to deal with her, but they're not listening. I suspect that they're ignoring her a bit too much - probably not for long, but enough that Mia gets pissed off. That's when she's meanest - she still gets upset if Mommy and Daddy aren't paying attention to her. If they don't have a one-on-one aide, the other aides have to deal with other kids as well, and Mia doesn't understand that, and she lashes out. She needs someone next to her all the time, because then that person can be right on her if she tries to be mean to anyone. I get that they're looking for a new aide, but that's not my problem. I'm a bit disappointed with her school this year, because they've been very good with Mia for several years now, and in this final year, they seem a bit more disorganized. The principal told me today that they offered the job to someone, and they're processing her paperwork (working at a school means there's a TON of paperwork), so maybe Mia will have a new aide soon. If she does, I'll have to talk to her before she begins dealing with Mia and let her know what's what. Mia isn't really that difficult to deal with, unless you're not paying attention to her. I know, shocking.

So that's her busy month. The gears grind slowly, but it's always nice to get some progress with her health and with her schooling. It would be nice if we didn't have to go through all of this, but that's the way it is. If she weren't a special needs kid, I'm sure we'd have to deal with other, more "normal" stuff!

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Various August items

August is usually a busy month, as the kids go back to school, but it seems unusually busy this month, so whenever I want to sit down and write about the kids, something else comes up. But now it's the last day of the month, so I'm taking time to write about them!

Item! It's always fun to do bad news first, so of course Mia is having medical issues. Her scoliosis hasn't stabilized, and has in fact gotten a lot worse, since we started putting her in her brace. The surgeon warned us it might, but it's still discouraging. He left the state and we got a new surgeon, who saw her, took an X-ray, and immediately began making plans for surgery. I have no idea why it's progressing so rapidly - it took years to get to the point where the surgeon thought a back brace would be a good idea, and then about 6-7 months from there to SURGERY!!!! We have an appointment in October to sort out when we're going to do it, but it seems to be getting worse, so I'm going to call this week and ask them if they think she should come in for another X-ray. Surgery is awesome, especially back surgery where they have to work on the spinal column, so I'm sure this won't cause any anxiety in the house at all. Sheesh.

Item! Mia started sixth grade this year. Careful readers might note that she started sixth grade last year, and they'd be right. We're in no hurry with Mia, as her curriculum is largely dictated by an IEP, so we thought it might be a good idea to have her repeat sixth grade. She was 11 when this school year started (she turned 12 yesterday), and we thought that socially, that might be a bit young for seventh grade. Most kids turn 13 at some point in seventh grade, so we didn't think it would be a big deal. The cut-off date for school around here is 1 September, so Mia was always about as young as you could get in any particular grade. She doesn't care if she's in her school another year, and they were perfectly happy to have her back.

Item! Unfortunately, her aide from the past two years got a better job (meaning: better benefits), so she took off. Mia has a new aide, who of course has to learn how to handle Mia. Mia seems to be better behaved this year than the end of last year, but she's still being a jerk too often. A few weeks ago, the aide stopped paying attention to her and Mia tried to stab her hand with a pencil. I told her that if she stops paying attention to Mia, she needs to get away from her, because Mia likes all the attention! She thought Mia was angry at her specifically, but I disabused her of that notion - Mia might stab me with a pencil if I stopped paying attention to her. Since then, I think Mia has been better behaved, but that's still annoying. It's just so hard to punish her because she forgets what she does so quickly that she doesn't really know why she's being punished.

Item! Norah, naturally, is doing well in fourth grade. She's still trying to figure out her teacher - she moved up from second grade, so a lot of kids in Norah's grade had her two years ago and love her, but Norah didn't, so she's still trying to figure her out. Norah is ridiculously busy with extra-curricular activities, which we're trying to monitor closely so she doesn't get burned out. She really likes them, and we don't over-burden her, I don't think, but we're still trying to make sure she doesn't go crazy. On Monday, she has art class after school. She's been taking tennis on Mondays and Wednesdays, but I'm not sure if that's just a summer thing - I have to find out after this session ends, which should be in a week. She had Girl Scouts every first and third Tuesday of the month. She decided to join the school's orchestra, which practices before school on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I thought it would be a good idea for her to learn a language, and we decided on Latin, so she's getting tutored in that on Fridays. On Saturdays she has karate. She ran for student council and didn't win, which I think might have been a good thing. So yeah, she's busy. One reason we don't mind her doing all this is because we're not making her compete in anything, which I know eats up time. She does these things for an hour or two a week, and that's it. The second reason we don't mind is that she doesn't have anyone in the neighborhood to play with - our neighbors either don't have children or they're fairly anti-social, and in Arizona, summertime is NOT a time to play outside - so she's making friends in all these activities, which is nice. I do keep telling her that she needs to let us know if she thinks it's too much to handle, but so far she's fine.

That's about it with the kids. Things are humming along, with some bumps along the way - Norah is still a bit too sensitive about things, although I'd rather she be sensitive than not - and we're hoping that Mia's health improves and that Norah continues to be awesome. I don't think we'll have to worry about either of them not being awesome, though!

Wednesday, July 02, 2014

Norah's art!

At Norah's summer program, they have two-week blocks during which they focus on certain areas. Right now it's science, but before that, it was art. They visited three different museums, which Norah liked, and they also created a bunch of art. I figured I would display it!



They had to do a "surreal" piece, so they cut pictures out of magazines and then, I assume, randomly placed them on the paper. Norah thought the image of a lady doing yoga getting menaced by a tiny lion was rather funny. I can't say I disagree!



This is on special paper that you can scratch with a paper clip or any sharp object and create a picture that way. It's much more tactile in real life, but you get the idea, I hope.



Norah dug pointillism, apparently, and almost as importantly, she remembered that it was called "pointillism." That impressed me, I'll tell you that much. Not as much as her doing this small piece in pointillist fashion, but still.



I'm not sure if this was an assignment, but the way she talked about it, I think it was. They were supposed to take something and put it "out of its comfort zone," so Norah drew Minnie Mouse buying a punk outfit. According to her, a "punk" outfit means spikes on the bow that Minnie wears (which I LOVE) and a shirt that reads "A Punk." Well, of course it does. I mentioned that Minnie scared the crap out of me, because the way she colored above her smile makes it look like Minnie has giant, sharp teeth, which she didn't see at all. When Krys got home, she thought the same thing I did. Norah forgot that Minnie has an area around her mouth and eyes that is colored white/tan, so we get Scary Minnie. I think it makes her look even more like a punk, so it fits!



This is her charcoal drawing, and it's my favorite. I know she didn't use a model for it, so the fact that she shades some of the face to indicate a light source is tremendous. She has good instincts, does Norah!

She's been doing some cool stuff with the science, too, but obviously that's less visually impressive (although she did build a cube and a pyramid out of dry spaghetti noodles and small marshmallows). I can't keep her away from learning!

Saturday, May 31, 2014

More orthodontic news!

Norah got braces this week, and she's ... well, not exactly happy about it, but not exactly unhappy about it, either. The orthodontist debated about giving her a second expander or putting braces on, and he finally decided on the latter. He's not sure how long she'll have to have them on - we're going back in six weeks to get a check-up, and I assume he'll know more then. She was pretty good, all things considered - she had to have that plastic thing that keeps your mouth open in for about 45 minutes, and it was getting pretty annoying, but she handled it like a trooper. Her lips got a bit dry, but such is life. It's funny seeing all the things that we're used to happen to someone for the first time - she's had dental examinations before, of course, but they're usually pretty quick. This was the first time she'd had to endure a lengthy invasive presence, dentally-wise, and she liked it about as much as the rest of us do. But she was perfectly fine with it. She's been brushing diligently after every meal, because she's obsessed with keeping food out of them (unlike her father, who didn't care about that crap when he had braces - I kept them clean, but not as clean as they should have been). They ached a bit for a day or so, but it seems like they've gotten better. She just has to figure out which foods are too cold to eat, because cold on metal is never good.

Krys, of course, thinks she's the only person in the world who's cute even with braces, but that's because she's Norah's mommy. She still looks like a kid in braces, which is not the best look. But she's still a cutie!





The journey to straighter teeth continues!!!!

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Wacky third-graders are wacky

I mentioned a while back that I was teaching a class on artistic masterpieces in the third-grade classes at Norah's school. Well, since the school year is over, my responsibilities are over, and I had a grand time. The kids seemed to enjoy it, too. When I went to Norah's school on the final day of school, a bunch of kids wanted me to sign their yearbooks. One of the other parents who was there said, "You're like a rock star!" Yes, probably because my maturity level is about at the same place as a third-grader's. But that's neither here nor there!

The teachers had the kids write thank-you letters to me (this year, the kids learned how to write letters, which is charmingly quaint in the 21st century), and they were quite the hoot. Here are some of the better phrases and other such stuff in the letters:

First, this very nice child began her letter this way:


Yeah, that's my daughter. I laughed and asked her why she addresses it to "Mr. Burgas," and she said, "I was trying to be respectful!" Norah is awesome.





At the bottom of the paper, there was an owl wearing a beret and holding a paint brush. Most of the kids colored him in, but some, as you can see, went a but further.



"I'm saying one of the funnyest because my dad is the funnyest." I'm sure his dad will be happy his son didn't throw him under the bus.













Both teachers helped the kids out by giving them ideas about what to write about, and as you can see, Norah's teacher happened to mention that I was on time, which the kids ran with. Norah's teacher had a wry sense of humor, so I like to imagine she was joking when she said this, but I've learned many things about kids in the past decade, and one of them is that elementary school kids don't get sarcasm. She may have meant it, but if she didn't, the kids wouldn't have made the distinction. But hey - I was on time!



This girl always wanted to know if the artists were married, if they had any kids, and how they died. When we were in training for this job (we had to get trained, you know!), the trainer said that kids always wanted to know those things. I said it was going to be hard when every artist ever is either gay or had many affairs and they all died of syphilis, but such is life. This girl was exactly what the trainer was talking about. She was obsessed with knowing those things!



This kid is talking about Rene Magritte's "Le Mariage de Minuit", which freaked more than one kid out.



A few kids said I was loud, which I guess is a good thing? I've always been loud - you couldn't grow up in my house and expect to get a word in if you weren't loud, and I've been so ever since. So sue me. Hey, I can project! We're not supposed to express our opinions about the art or the artists, because the kids at this age tend to follow suit, but I told them that I do not like Jackson Pollock, and this kid agreed with me. I have a higher opinion of kids than a lot of people, and many of the kids loved the Pollock I showed them even though I told them I hate his art. Kids have their own brains!



I'm not sure how scared I should be! This kid is pretty cool, though, so I think I'm safe.

So that's third-graders being kooky. I could never teach elementary kids because they would drive me insane, but I do think they're awesome. I'll be back next year, and we'll see if they still like me!

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mia's new medication

I finally got Mia in to see her physiatrist, as she's been seeing a bunch of other doctors recently and I haven't had a chance to get her to the doctor. But we saw her, and she checked out Mia's muscles. It's always the muscles!

As you might recall, Mia's muscle tone is very high, which has led to a reduction in her standing to ... well, none, really (she does a bit of it at school, but she's basically sitting in a stander that supports her butt). We have no idea how to decrease her tone, and if it lasts too long, she'll get muscle contractures and she'll never be able to stand again because her muscles will be too short. She's been taking baclofen for some years, which has helped a little, but we were wondering if she needed an increase in the dosage of the baclofen to help her out. Her doctor told us she was at the upper reaches of effectiveness for baclofen, so we didn't move that up. She thought Mia moved fairly well, and I mentioned that part of her problem was that when she was stretching, she seemed scared to move too much because she believed it might hurt her. Mia overreacts to everything, and so when you're stretching her, even if she's reasonably loose, she quickly becomes upset if she thinks you're going to stretch her just a bit more. So she reacts by pulling back even more than before, until she's almost fetal. Mia digs fetal-ness - nothing can hurt her when she's in a ball.

The doctor noticed this too, so she prescribed diazepam. Yeah, that's right - Valium. She believes that Mia's baclofen isn't able to override the reaction she has, but if she were able to relax a bit, the baclofen will help her muscles become looser and she can stretch better. Makes sense, right? Obviously, Valium has some issues, so she started her at a very low dosage - 1 milliliter three times a day. This week I'm going to increase that slowly to 2 ml, but I'm going to go slowly with it. Mia seems to be handling it pretty well so far - when she has a lot of external stimuli, there's not any difference in her behavior, but when it gets closer to bed time, you can tell that she's winding down a bit. Back when she wasn't getting enough food in her, we saw this too, because she didn't have enough energy. Now that she's getting enough food, we think it's the Valium hitting her when she doesn't have anything to distract her.

She's only had one physical therapy session since she started on the Valium, so we can't tell if it's working or not. We can always take her off of it if it doesn't, and right now it doesn't appear that she's reacting poorly to it, in terms of allergies or anything. So we'll keep trying it.

And no, I don't have enough to give it to anyone who wants it. Believe me, people have asked - jokingly, I should hope!