I hate mosqiutos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Funny thing is they seem to think I am rather tasty (No comments from you, dear husband, I know what you are thinking). We spent an evening outside a few days ago and I have not one or two bites but maybe more like 10 or 12. And they are sssssssooooooooooooooooooooooo itchy. No, itchy doesn't describe it. They BURN! They have each got to be at least the size of a dime. I've even got one on my neck. And yes, I am looking for your pity. Is it working?

Well the boy woke up the other night and had one of his strange tantrums (? if you can call it that) and my husband was here to witness it and he thinks they are rather bizzarre as well. So I looked on the wonderfull world side web and found something that sorta fit. It was called Confusional Arousal. It's kinda hard to explain. Basically they wake up slowly (but they are not really awake) into this state where they are upset but can't be comforted. They appear to look right through you and not really realize you are there except if you try to hold them and then they just thrash around. And then all of a sudden (but this can last upwards of 45 min) they snap out of it and go back to sleep. It's not night terrors because they are apparently VERY intense. (I actually found a Q&A site of Dr.Greene's). And guess what they use to treat this... meds in the same class as what we just finished taking him off. Anyways, I did call the Stollery today and actually got a phone call back for a change, She didn't seem convinced that these fits were related to the change in meds (I didn't tell her I'd been snooping around on the 'net) but they have seen similar things with kids on other meds. But she was going to talk to the doctors and give us a call back. And now we wait.   

It all started years ago when I lived in England. We were actually close to moving back to Canada, my friends and I were talking and I have no idea how we got on the subject but I declared that I thought camels were cool. Anyways from then on it was a big thing that I was silly enough to think that camels were cool. So when I left my best friend sent with me a package that I was not to open until my 16th birthday which was not that long after we returned to Canada. Well I don't know if I made it that long, but when I opened the package and read the letter she had wrote I cried like a baby. It was all about how we were grown up and everything but there were two other things in the package. One was a t-shirt. She had recently been to Germany or some such and had brought me back this t-shirt, it had an ad for "Camel" cigarettes on it. The "Camel" camel is standing on top of a mountain ridge and on top is a great big long word that starts with camel and is some yodel or something that goes all the way across the shirt. Underneath it says something like "Purely a matter of taste" but in German. Anyways I still have the shirt kicking around somewhere though it hasn't fit for like 10 years. The other thing was a sewing pattern for a stuffed camel. He was the first stuffed animal I ever made and I still have him too. He has a very honored spot at the top of my son's corner shelf. The whole point of this story is that ever since then I have collected camels. Or rather people buy camels for me. Which brings me to the point that camels are hard to come by. So the last thing I expected to see down the to aisle of IGA (my husband went down there when he saw new "Star Wars" stuff) was a great big stuffed camel. Raggedy Camel to be exact. So like a little kid I carried him tight all the way to the till and wouldn't even let him go so the lady could ring him in. I'm so pathetic. 

Our cat Molly has long black fur. (By the way, she is called Molly because she is slow, like Mollasses. The reason for this being that I kicked her into the wall once when she was a kitten. Purely by accident, mind you.) She used to take better care of herself until we moved into this house. Now she hides out in the basement to stay away from the kids. There is enough Molly hair in the basement to make us a new cat. Anyways lately she gets really matted in the winter. We try to brush her but she is skittish and won't sit still for very long. So we were going to make her an appiontment for a haircut, but we bought her a new hair brush instead. Yesterday when my husband was brushing her he was very surprised to find great big bald spots. So he took her to the vet today. A hundred and twenty dollars later we have a very shaved cat. She has a fuzzy head and fuzzy tail and fuzzy feet. She looks very much like a toy poodle. And she is rather mad at us. She doesn't even know the worst of it yet. Because she was so matted her skin couldn't "breathe" and this is where we got the bald spots from. I think they called it dermatitis. Anyways she has to take pills twice a day. She's really not going to be impressed about that!

My son has his problems, they are not entirely his fault. To be quite honest I don't think he has control over much of it at all. For starters he has epilepsy. It appears that the epilepsy could be responsible for alot of the developmental problems he has shown. Which would make sense since he has shown great improvement since the seizures have been under control. He has been seizure free for over a year now and that is quite an accomplishment in itself. We can thank drugs for that, who knows if he will ever be off them completely. As I say that we are currently weaning him off one of the two prescriptions he has been on. They didn't think it was doing any good and possibly even doing harm. We actually tried to have him tested for ADHD until they said that this stuff might be causing those behaviors. It doesn't appear that it was, he is almost totally weaned and the behavior hasn't changed. If anything it gets worse for a few days with each decrease until he gets used to the new dose. Some days he has wierd, freaky, screaming, thrashing tantrums. They are actually quite scary, sometimes I am not sure if he is awake and aware, if this is some kind of mutated seizure. Anyways today was one of those days. I needed a break so I tried to get him to go for a nap, I knew he was tired so it shouldn't have been that hard. He fought it and it took a while but he went to sleep. So what do I do but fall asleep too. Only to be woken up by his screaming at the top of his lungs for me. So I call him to come lay down with me. Not gonna happen, so I go to get him and he is jumping up and down on his bed. When he sees me he stops and starts crying for me to pick him up, so I take him to lay down with me but he screams that he wants to go home so I explain that he is at home and then he doesn't want to go home. We got through this at least ten times over different things, which pillow he wants, which side of the bed he wants, then he wants to go for a nap and then he doesn't. All the time he is thrashing about, climbing on me, etc and I am scared he is going to hurt himself and just about fell off the bed at least once so I am trying to hold him down somewhat but there are too many parts flailing. I've only got two hands and I got butted in the face by his head. It still smarts. Anways this all lasted at least a half hour. Then all of a sudden, as if magic, it is over. And I am left wondering "What the HELL was that?"