My son qualifies for early intervention speech therapy. There isn't much in this world that is more frustrating than being told to get him on medicaid when you've been doing everything you possibly can to make that happen, yet still been denied twice. The government is just so well run that they make things due on days it's impossible to turn them in. Like Sunday. Perhaps the only thing more frustrating is being told to talk to him about everything... when I already do.
I took dev psych, people.
My son could also have a very bad blood disorder. I don't know because I can't afford the tests without his medicaid. See, even as he sits here in my lap, the iron in his blood could be building up in his tiny organs, damaging them beyond repair. There's no cure - just a lifetime of blood transfusions (and the risks associated with those).
It took me a year to get a (free) eye exam. Because so many other things are more important.
We're getting kicked out of our house. My husband plays video games instead of packing. He turns on the TV to dull my child's brain and he dicks around on the computer. He won't take care of his loans even though all he has to do is make one call to the school to get them to fax one piece of paper. Then he gets mad at me for not doing my lab time for my spanish class. I've accepted that part of my classwork is going to suffer because of this move. Our credit and finances are infinitely more important than 5% of my grade in what is essentially an elective.
I should leave and take my son to the museum. I should take the modem and his power supplies with me.
He dicks around and wastes time while getting to do what I desperately want to do. Stay home with my son. I try to convince myself I don't know why I have the dreams I do - but it's a lie.
I took dev psych, people.
My son could also have a very bad blood disorder. I don't know because I can't afford the tests without his medicaid. See, even as he sits here in my lap, the iron in his blood could be building up in his tiny organs, damaging them beyond repair. There's no cure - just a lifetime of blood transfusions (and the risks associated with those).
It took me a year to get a (free) eye exam. Because so many other things are more important.
We're getting kicked out of our house. My husband plays video games instead of packing. He turns on the TV to dull my child's brain and he dicks around on the computer. He won't take care of his loans even though all he has to do is make one call to the school to get them to fax one piece of paper. Then he gets mad at me for not doing my lab time for my spanish class. I've accepted that part of my classwork is going to suffer because of this move. Our credit and finances are infinitely more important than 5% of my grade in what is essentially an elective.
I should leave and take my son to the museum. I should take the modem and his power supplies with me.
He dicks around and wastes time while getting to do what I desperately want to do. Stay home with my son. I try to convince myself I don't know why I have the dreams I do - but it's a lie.
