We went to the DOCTOR

I did mention it in one of my earlier posts, Bloggly.  But sometimes.  I like to entice you.  It keeps our relationship SPICY.

I took Ted to his neurology appointment that took me like nine months to get and then I got lost going to the first one had to reschedule and basically the biggest nightmare ever.  And I also told all you suckas way back when that I decided not to medicate - for now.  Ha well in the middle of last year I quickly decided that if Skeletor himself rolled up selling me bags of crystal meth that promised me my Ted would behave I would undoubtedly give him all three of my children for one of those fake Monopoly Promissory Notes.  And walk away thinking I had made the smartest deal ever.

But not really.  We just went to "see what was out there" in terms of help and the results were interesting.  First, I wanted a second opinion, medically.  You know, just in case the 12 year old psych student at Ted's last school got her online degree from Sesame Street.  You gottta check these things out.  And also, cause I love paper.  So I was like, how could I get myself involved in filling out more forms?  For no cost to me?

And the guy was v nice, suggested a medicine and a behavioral doc and a one month follow up and recognized that yes I would never be more than a med-dispensing, control-your-breathing-or-you're gonna-stroke-out chauffeur for the next ten years, but whaddya gonna do? My kids will be awesome and in fifteen years, I fully expect at least two out of three of them to purchase me a 24kt gold lily pad from which I will peruse all the reality tv shows I have missed in the last decade.  I like my chnaces, and I am not sure what will happen to the one out of three (perhaps subject of said reality tv?)


So we'll see if this "medicine" helps.  So far, I ain't seeing no change. And I am inspecting nightly for second heads or third nipples.  (I love science so I have to say a little disappointed that nothing is happening yet).