So much to blog about … the ending to the sagas from the last post, the new-to-the-iep-and-getting-f’ed-over saga of one of my bff’s, the screw-you-I-don’t-want-to-come-thirty-minutes-early-for-the-appointment post, etc. But, I don’t have the energy right now.
No, we need to get ready for tomorrow. We Pearlsky has an appointment in the morning. A three and a half hour appointment. With a shrink. Yes, a psychiatrist. Three and a half hours. Pearlsky who cannot write, point, nod, purposely look, scratch, etc., yes, the Pearlsky with NO communication. Three and a half hours. With a shrink. We are going to bathe, ’cause if you look marvelous, nothing else matters. I just know she’s gonna blame everything on me. Don’t kids always blame the parent?
For legal guardianship we need a full report from a social worker, psychiatrist, and a physician. From each, a multi-page report saying “Pearlsky is retarded fully dependent.” Three and a half hours. Damn, I better behave.
By the way, who reports the mandated reporters? (a future post)
Let’s hope the doc doesn’t check her belly …
Scary scene from scary movie, the original Exorcist. Click on image at your own risk!