After a long break, and some ups and downs…

It is now June.  We’ve done a lot, and have had a lot done to us, in the past few weeks…

The children visited in early May and J was enchanted by his little niece.  She is a little over a year old, and she is a charmer.  She also happens to think that her Unc is Shrek so that is both cool and almost completely accurate (because J is very handsome and not green).

In late May we had a medical emergency (mine) that involved a rushed trip to the doctor and a quicker conveyance to the actual hospital.  I’ve obviously recovered, but there are things that need to be addressed still.

Dada has a permanent job (and health benefits!!!!) and this is a cause for great rejoicing. He is closer to home (although traffic can still get pretty sticky), and -as was the case on the day of the medical emergency) he can be here with less stress and strain.

J’s med had to be shifted again.  The Risperdal is gone, baby, GONE!  The Prozac has inched-up ever so slightly.  For someone his size, he is still taking very little Prozac, and the effect is positive, but we are still in the tweaking stage.  We’ve had our ups and downs (which seem to be alleviated when we talk to the psych…WHY is it that things sound less daunting when one says them out loud in the psych’s office?), but we seem to be ticking along quite nicely.

J has lost weight.  He’s lost about fifteen of the extra pounds he was carrying on him, and it shows.  I have to go into his closet and take out the oversized pants that now fall off as he walks…  He still enjoys his treadmill time, but he chooses “break days” when he’d rather not do it, and I don’t force him.  The humidity here helps him sweat a lot more so whatever time he spends walking around outside is only a fraction of how much he sweats when he’s on the treadmill in the garage.

In other developments, a few days ago I was miffed with J because he was in “pilot fish” mode and wouldn’t stop following me around…all too closely.  So I told him he had to bathe himself and I’d stay in the hallway.  He was initially hesitant, but now -I’m very happy to report- J is basically taking his bath with me spotting him rather than me bathing him.  This is a huge thing for both of us.  He still needs help shaving, but we’re working on that, too, and clipping his nails, but giving himself a bath is something with which he is comfortable and at which he is adept.

The situation with the dog is slowly improving.  J has yet to fully warm up to her, but he is more trusting of the control we have over her.  The dog is still a puppy (not yet six months old) and is full of energy and enthusiasm that often cloud her ability to be totally cool when she sees J.  That’s the thing: she LOVES J, and she wants to -above everyone else- play with this human being who is the last bastion of resistance to her overwhelmingly cute puppy charm.

Like any living creature who thrives on affection and attention, the pup wants it most from he who doesn’t yet give her any.  Now that she’s bigger she seems sturdier to him, but she still has all those teeth (and that desire to chew-lick on people) and that 0-to-100 MPH tendency that makes J think “oh, no…here she comes!!!!”  In spite of this, and we REALLY are working on it, we are making progress…the dog is learning to sit when J walks into the room, and her efforts to control the desire to steamroll over him with her love are admirable even if the sound of her tail smacking the floor repeatedly at high speed is quite loud…

We tick along nicely…or as nicely as two middle-aged people, a 23-year-old adult with a developmental disability and an enthusiastic and still-awkward puppy can tick.  We are learning each others’ rhythms, and we are figuring out each others’ quirks.  The dog sleeps all night.  J sleeps all night.  Dada sleeps all night.  I know this because I don’t sleep all night.  There’s always one more detail, one more hurdle, one more snag, but we figure it out.  We think that once the puppy is spayed she will chill a bit…or maybe not.  We think once J realizes that he is (as with his nieces and nephews) significantly taller and more imposing than the puppy, he will understand he has more control than she does.  We work on these things…we worry and we work.

The medical emergency (a thing we have long feared and dreaded) taught us something amazing: we have lovely neighbors who actually care about us.  (Yes, we antisocial people have lovely neighbors and the feeling of affection and familiarity is mutual…go figure!). We also learned that J will react coolly in the face of seeing his mother in the hospital on a gurney with IVs and such stuck to her body.  We learned that FaceTime is awesome because it will give J a sense of normalcy while one of us (namely ME) is not there for the very first time EVER at bedtime…

We also learned that we need to be even more prepared for the possibility of catastrophe striking.  The medical emergency was a medical emergency because it was, as emergencies tend to be, unexpected.  We were unprepared and still managed to be graceful about it…nothing like walking into the ER and being asked “are you alone?” only to answer “yes” and see a look of contempt from the intake person until you add “…and no…I am alone right now because my husband is trying to make sure our disabled adult son is ready to deal with coming to be with me.”  From thinking “here’s this woman about to faint and she has no one” to thinking “well, this is more complex than I imagined and I should be a little more helpful emotionally” it was one short, quick step.  By the time, hours later, that J and Dada came to see me, everyone who was taking care of me was a lot more prepared to help my family too.

So that’s it…that’s where we are.  I hope you are all well, and that I haven’t missed too much.  If I have, I apologize.  It’s been Life around here…you know…like in your homes…

Off I go…to tick along nicely…

 

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