In the past week, I've learned the following fun tidbits:
- The more specialized the health care provider, the more paperwork you're required to fill out before an appointment.
- Specialized specialists are not only hard to get an appointment with (we're talking five to six months), but they're kind of assy, too.
- Weighted blankets are mother effing expensive.
- My county apparently sucks at life when it comes to early intervention services. I shouldn't be surprised.
- The promise of copious amounts of booze goes a long way toward making an highly unbearable work project slightly more bearable.
- I should listen to my counselor when she tells me to be in bed by 10:00 every night.
- I should probably cut back on my Diet Coke consumption. But I just don't want to.
- It's starting to seem slightly impossible to both have a full-time job and tend to a "special" child's constant string of appointments.
- I'm sleepy. Always.
- Forgetting a (best) friend's birthday will make you feel like the biggest asshole ever.
- I'm apparently too old to be going to bachelorette parties. I have no idea how to dress myself for one anymore. I don't know what I can wear that is 1). age-appropriate, 2). bachelorette-party-appropriate, 3). mother-appropriate, and 4). college-town-appropriate. I want to wear a pair of fuck me heels, but I don't own any of those any more. Man, I'm old.
- There are still doctors' offices out there that don't accept insurance. Yep, you read that correctly. They DO. NOT. ACCEPT. medical insurance.
- It's sort of validating when people start recognizing issues you've seen all along.
- When someone really, really doesn't want to do something, they'll find ways out of it. Sometimes those methods are creative. Sometimes they're blatant. Sometimes they're insidious. But they all result in the hard work not being done.
Don't you just wish you could spend a week in my life?