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Mar. 9th, 2012 09:02 amLast week, Isaac missed a counseling appt for the first time because it was scheduled for Thursday afternoon and I spent the entire previous night in the ER, and was at the Hernia Institute all day Thursday (with very little sleep...) I spoke with his counselor that day to apologize for the last minute cancellation. Then, unfortunately, Elise got really sick this week - she's been out of preschool every day, and by yesterday morning Jake and Ananda were feverish and coughing, too. I cancelled Isaac's appt again, because I was thinking he would also be sick any minute, was probably at least contagious, and it seemed wrong to leave the others in their pathetic state. It was not really a last minute cancellation this time since we were on a "let's wait and see" basis for this week anyway because of me being in the hospital last week; he knew I'd be confirming or saying I couldn't on Tuesday or Wednesday.
Anyway, counselor called me up yesterday evening with this whole lecture on taking this seriously, being committed, how valuable psychological evaluation is as a tool, how we have to keep building this relationship between he and Isaac, etc, and I just couldn't believe it. I mean, does he think I'm lying about the reasons we haven't been there, or that they aren't good enough? Grant just met with the psych that did Isaac's evaluation at this same office Wednesday night, as in less than 24 hours prior to this lecture. Isaac and I are on our way to have our last meeting with that psych momentarily, even though Isaac is starting to cough and saying his throat hurts.
The two places I go for these guys are half an hour, and an hour north, respectively. I've been going to one or the other of them an AVERAGE of twice a week for the past 2 months (including one entire 9am-3pm day), with and without Isaac, as well as spending hours on the phone with the regular counselor and turning in whole packets of questionnaire paperwork to the psych filled out by me, by Grant, by LAURA, by Isaac's VIOLIN TEACHER - the counselor also knows Isaac has been to the pediatrician in the last month just to see if there's a physical component to a couple of his tics, and that I've spent multiple afternoons calling everywhere to try to find a way to afford getting him to a gastroenterologist on a regular basis until we can figure out what's going on with his stomach.
What the hell does this guy want from me? I assure you, Mr Guy, that I care about my child even more than you do, which is why I sought you out from the beginning.
The only thing I can think is that he feels entitled to act like this with me and/or assume I'm "slacking off" because Isaac has qualified from the beginning for free services and so this is all grant money, rather than, uh...Grant money. Wow that's a dumb play on words. We aren't paying for it, so maybe he feels like that gives him the right to act like we're beholden to them?
I do appreciate the free services. Which is why I don't bitch about the CONSTANT DRIVING in addition to the WAY TOO MUCH DRIVING I already do, even when I have freaking whiplash and even when they have ridiculous rules like that my other kids cannot wait in the waiting room or play in an adjacent room full of toys and I can't stay with them, either - I have to just sit off to the side in the same room while Fernando and Isaac play board games and draw pictures, then drive down and get everyone else and drive back up again, to go to PATH. Which is also half an hour north. I mean...
*sigh*
Anyway, counselor called me up yesterday evening with this whole lecture on taking this seriously, being committed, how valuable psychological evaluation is as a tool, how we have to keep building this relationship between he and Isaac, etc, and I just couldn't believe it. I mean, does he think I'm lying about the reasons we haven't been there, or that they aren't good enough? Grant just met with the psych that did Isaac's evaluation at this same office Wednesday night, as in less than 24 hours prior to this lecture. Isaac and I are on our way to have our last meeting with that psych momentarily, even though Isaac is starting to cough and saying his throat hurts.
The two places I go for these guys are half an hour, and an hour north, respectively. I've been going to one or the other of them an AVERAGE of twice a week for the past 2 months (including one entire 9am-3pm day), with and without Isaac, as well as spending hours on the phone with the regular counselor and turning in whole packets of questionnaire paperwork to the psych filled out by me, by Grant, by LAURA, by Isaac's VIOLIN TEACHER - the counselor also knows Isaac has been to the pediatrician in the last month just to see if there's a physical component to a couple of his tics, and that I've spent multiple afternoons calling everywhere to try to find a way to afford getting him to a gastroenterologist on a regular basis until we can figure out what's going on with his stomach.
What the hell does this guy want from me? I assure you, Mr Guy, that I care about my child even more than you do, which is why I sought you out from the beginning.
The only thing I can think is that he feels entitled to act like this with me and/or assume I'm "slacking off" because Isaac has qualified from the beginning for free services and so this is all grant money, rather than, uh...Grant money. Wow that's a dumb play on words. We aren't paying for it, so maybe he feels like that gives him the right to act like we're beholden to them?
I do appreciate the free services. Which is why I don't bitch about the CONSTANT DRIVING in addition to the WAY TOO MUCH DRIVING I already do, even when I have freaking whiplash and even when they have ridiculous rules like that my other kids cannot wait in the waiting room or play in an adjacent room full of toys and I can't stay with them, either - I have to just sit off to the side in the same room while Fernando and Isaac play board games and draw pictures, then drive down and get everyone else and drive back up again, to go to PATH. Which is also half an hour north. I mean...
*sigh*
