Yep, you read it right. My son has orders to pee in a cup and send it in the mail. I told him to be lucky he only had to worry about number one. Know what I'm sayin'? Ahhhhh.
Anyway. Those who know me know somewhere along the line the filter God gave me busted or just flat out gave up hope. It makes me who I am though.
Jake has to have this test sent to a lab in hopes that they will be able to monitor his brain chemistry. They will look at things like seratonin and dopamine. The Dr. is almost positive that this is a bi-polar issue. When I think about that, I have a tendency to get really, really scared. I think of the people who are on drugs and homeless because they were not properly helped or were not able to get the proper help. It is really sad and breaks my heart. Those are the times that I am truly grateful that I have a relationship with God. HE reminds me that He is in control and that my son has a purpose and this is not a surprise to Him. I will not fear, I will not fear, I will not fear!!!!! Jake was and is God's first. I have to keep reminding myself of that.
Back to the testing. The tricky part of this has been the timing and the hours in which it must be collected from the time Jake wakes up. Three hours after he wakes, he is to drink nothing or eat nothing. He is to release his bladder right after he wakes and then collect three hours later. Then it needs to be refrigerated until it goes into the mailbox. Did you hear that? I have to put this lovely vile into my fridge. (((Barf))) I am a germ-ah-zoid. You know those science movies we watched in school growing up where they show you what is happening at the GERM level. Yeah, messed me up as a kid. I did not have any gloves to handle this specimen so I had paper towels at both hands for the interception. You should have seen my face when he set it on the counter (in the KITCHEN) where I had a paper towel ready. Yeah, when I saw that some sort of fluid had made the paper towel wet..... (Psycho music in the background) Anyway I am sure that counter has never before been as disinfected as it is now.
I am trying to capture and reflect on the humorous part of it all. It helps the blood pressure.
Afterwards, I am pouring coffee and I hear the blades behind me rattling in the dish strainer. I look back and Jake is scrummaging through them. I ask him what he is doing and he just said that he likes looking at them. What the what? Stuff like that, freaks me out. Why in God's green earth would he just like to look at them? I will not fear, I will not fear.
I have to go to work and completely trust God for my son's safety. Some people would tell me that is just ignorance. Nope, it's called faith.
School seems hopeless for this year. We called our preferred school and they can't take him because the out-of-district window has long since closed. The district that we live in, ya know...the one we loathe, will only allow him into the school where a lot of this mess is stemming from. Not the bi-polar obviously, but the trauma from being daily harassed including from teachers. So, NO...he will not be attending public school this year. Sad.
I know a kid that got way left behind. Thing is, it does not seem like anyone in the stinkin' school systems gives a rip. This school district that is so highly praised and adored in this town, could care less about what happens to my son.
I will not fear, I will not allow bitterness to take root. Ahhhhh, ok.
There you have it. The testing phase of 2011 has officially begun.
Blessings to you all and thank you again for your prayers.