Her therapist is looking into a possible mood disorder, which can sometimes go hand in hand with autism and may help explain some of her irritability.
I wish she’d talk to me in person instead of texting in the middle of the night, but I’m glad she’s reaching out.
I know part of it may be related to her autism, and I want her to feel she can always connect with me.
Still, it makes me feel like I’m failing as a mother.
I’ve always tried to remain open, understanding, and available with all my children.
Cowboy went for his blood work this morning.
This practice is terrible about putting results up on their patient portal.
His last visit, they actually had year‑old results.
I had to have the family doctor send them the current results twice before they acknowledged they had them.
There was a significant difference in the results.
Of course, how you approach Cowboy’s care depends on current results.
He goes back in two weeks.
Honestly, nothing else.
Life follows pretty much the same pattern day in and day out around here.
Badger and I took a short walk around the block.
Luckily, we encountered no dogs.
Then we watched a movie on HBO, “Sinners.”
It was not a good movie, but it is one I’d encourage people to watch just once.
We had a rumble that shook the windows and made the cats stop and perk up their ears.
As we’ve also had rumbles of thunder off and on all evening, and the town Facebook page didn’t light up, it’s debatable what that was.
Loud is all I know.
I think I’m just going to head on to bed and hope I don’t have bloody nightmares about vampires.
I’ll probably watch another episode of “The Summer I Turned Pretty,” although it’s starting to stink a bit. Predictable plot lines used in every movie and book out there.
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