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Heart Failure, & other news

So for Valentine’s Day, Daija gave me heart failure. I was fixing dinner, Halle was doing her chores and Tyler had been outside, and was coming in and out of the garage to get various toys. I should have known something was up when Daija wanted me to help her put her monkey back-pack on. While Tyler was in his room, and I was in the kitchen helping Halle with sweeping, Daija opened up the garage door. Now, this would normally be no big deal because she was just looking for Tyler and wouldn’t have gone any further than where he was. But, Tyler wasn’t outside and in the process of opening the door, Daija let Ramie out. Ramie does love to sneak outside for a little jaunt, and if you follow her she’ll run for an hour but leave her alone, and she’ll be back in 20 minutes… so Ramie took off for her cruise around the neighborhood. Daija followed her. So I’m still in the kitchen, and had just asked Tyler, who had come into the kitchen, where Daija was, when someone pounded on my door. The mailperson, recognizing Ramie from the backyard, asked me ‘Do you have daughter?’ I knew what was coming next… ‘I just saw her following your dog.’ Now, why the lady didn’t take her hand and lead her in our direction I don’t know. I took off running and caught up with Daija and Ramie who had crossed two or three neighborhood streets, nearly two blocks from the house. I asked, breathlessly, ‘Daija, what are you doing?’ and she calmly pointed at the dog ‘Ramie go.’ It took some doing, but I convinced her that Ramie would come back but I needed Daija to come home now. Thank God Ramie headed back into our housing development and not for Southern Avenue. I am kinda glad that I’ve gotten the lost child out of the way early this year. I shouldn’t lose another one until 2006.

Oh, and I flubbed the tooth fairy duties. I forgot to leave money under Halle’s pillow Monday night. Tuesday, I told her that because she lost her tooth so late in the evening (right before bed), the tooth fairy probably just couldn’t get it on her schedule that quickly. Well, while Halle was brushing her teeth, Tyler shook some change out of his bank and left two nickels and seven pennies under her pillow, and then led her back in there to show her where it was. She came running into my room all aglow over her 17 cents (little does she know the going rate for a tooth is now a dollar). I was a little freaked out until I asked how she found the money and she told me ‘Tyler showed me’ My heart just welled up – I have never fessed up to him that any of the gift giving icons aren’t real. It was so sweet to realize that he plays along not only when it comes to himself, but also to create the magic for his sister. Of course, he pocketed two quarters and tried walking very carefully so they wouldn’t clink… hoping I’m sure to buy a soda or some candy at school. How very un-tooth-friendly of him!

So, updating on me… I’m good – time will have to tell on the meds, though. Now that I’m off the cough medicine with codeine, I’m coming to realize that at this dosage, Strattera makes me sleepy, occasionally dizzy, and slightly nauseous for several hours after I take it…. the other week I thought it was the cough medicine and/or antibiotics I was taking (I started that stuff the same week I started the 60mg). Wednesday night, I did what a lot of people do, and switched to taking them before bed instead of first thing in the morning. I’m going to have to see how that goes… but if the sleepiness continues in the daytime I’ll have to try something else. I was literally asleep (well, dozing) at my desk for almost an hour yesterday, sitting straight up. I feel much better today, so we’ll see. I’d really prefer to stay on Strattera if taking them at night does the trick; my only other options are stimulant meds and I can’t get a controlled Rx refilled; I would have to go to the Dr. to get a new Rx every month. I already have to do that for Tyler and it’s a PITA. And while the Strattera hasn’t totally changed my life and made me super motivated to do ‘boring’ stuff at work, or house work at home, it has helped me be able to keep my attention focused a little better in ‘low stimulant’ situations (like sitting on a 20 minute conference call where I only need to participate in about 2 minutes of it throughout the call). I have noticed some other really positive side effects that I’m not sure I would get from a stimulant med, since Strattera has similar affects as an anti-depressant (this per the psychologist). One of the common traits of ADHD is people tend to miss social cues. I’ve come to realize that Ro makes dead pan comments that I used to get really irritated by, and now I realize he’s joking so I rib him when he says this stuff that used to really bug me and it’s taken some old tension out of our relationship. I’ve also realized that I have been unfair in the past in regards to him helping. Admittedly, I do think he should help more than he does, but at the same time, I had a tendency to discount anything he did do to help, because it wasn’t the way I do it or it wasn’t what I considered a priority or what I wanted done. For example, if I leave the bed unmade, that doesn’t bother me. However, if he leaves the bed unmade, or makes the bed but the cover is uneven, or pulled to high up, that would bug me. And I would get my panties in a twist with a ‘if you’re not going to do it right don’t do it at all attitude’ and remake the bed. Now, I’m just happy that he makes the bed when he gets up after I do and I make sure I make the bed if he gets up first. I still notice when he makes it that the comforter isn’t straight, and that the bed skirt is lopsided from him shoving the mattress, but it doesn’t bug me and I don’t feel a need to ‘do it right’ or comment on it not being right. I’m just glad he made the bed. And when he gets the kids fast food, I don’t get my panties in a bunch because it’s not the healthy food I’d prefer they eat or because I had planned something for dinner, I just recognize that he was trying to give me a break from cooking. And he’s started checking with me to make sure I don’t have something planned for dinner (another thing I’d get pissy about… I’d get home and the kids would have eaten greasy old burgers, and I’d have thawed meat that would go to waste).

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