Itch much?

As usual, I meet the bus at home in the afternoon. Luckily I work walking distance from the house so I can check that my daughter’s day went well, a nanny is at the house, and life is good. Today the nurse on the bus looked concerned. She has a  red area on the front

Something goes right!

We went on a field trip … a six hour drive to my parents. Me, my daughter, and in case I had to pee, a friend (kidding on the reason …). The trip there was uneventful. On the ride home, two hours left to drive, the “you have electrical problems, pal” idiot light on the

“I gotta pee” ~Forrest Gump to President Kennedy

There I am driving down the turnpike, and I have a long drive on it, and, well, nature calls. It is just me and my daughter in the van. I pull into a rest stop. What do I do? Can I leave my daughter in the van alone? She is 16 years old, yet outwardly

“The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.” ~Socrates

As I think I have mentioned, my son is also severely disabled and lives in a residential program about two hours from me. His nurse sent an email to me and his mother. Your son  is doing well. He has been happy and free of any colds. Yesterday we asked the doc to look at

Guess a twelve digit number …

The pharmacy tells me that my daughter’s new prior authorizations are not going through. I need to pay lots of money for her refills. I call the insurance company and they say that back in May they issued everyone new member ID numbers and the old ones are no good anymore. Since the insurance is

Wonderful to meet you …

I went to my daughter’s camp yesterday to meet her new one-on-one aide. I got there at lunch time and ended up speaking with the aide, the group leader and another aide. It was great. At first I got the impression that the previous aide (remember the nanny I fired? her …) probably said things

I don’t want to die alone

Not to be overly dramatic, but I almost died. I sent my daughter off to camp the other day and was sitting and eating a bagel with this salmon-dill-spread stuff on it. Something (fish bone? piece of plastic? hand of god?) stuck me in my throat, right at the gag reflex. I started retching, really

Priceless …

Just because you have won the "Distinguished Alumni Award," have been a university valedictorian, graduated medical school with honors, received nationally recognized "New Investigator Award in Adolescent Medicine," teaching awards, and have been the recipient of the "Presidential Early Career Award for Scientists and Engineers" does not mean you are not an incredibly caring, honest,