a need for popcorn
Oh my goodness..what a day this has been. First of all, my medication has been okay. I started at one pill a day for three days and upped it to two today and so far so good. In the meantime I have had to lower the dosage of my other medication because I will be discontinuing it. The only problems with it is that I occasionally use the wrong word for things and my typing really sucks at time.
But the medication for my daughter is another story. I am still not sure of this. I wish I knew if I was doing the right thing or not. The Ritalin seemed to really help her at first. She became alot more relaxed, 98 % of the time. The only time she wasn't was when she didn't understand her math assignment and even then she didn't throw a giant tantrum. But today she woke up with a headache. I told her to just take it easy and we would have a relaxed day. After all, everyone has sick days now and again. She is such a perfectionist, she insists on schooling every single day, even when sick. Unfortunately we have a few tests on Friday. She got one wrong on her spelling test. This set the stage for a huge meltdown. I couldn't find her math test book (I must have hidden it but can't even remember doing so or where)so I had to write the test out of the teacher's key. In the meantime I told her to study but she insisted she knew it all. So after I had finished I went outside to throw some snow around my driveway to get it to melt faster but I wasn't out there five minutes when she was knocking at the window. She couldn't understand a question. I explained that if she got the previous one and knew the formula for the circumference of a circle she could get the answer to this question too. Well, I guess this was the wrong thing to say and once again I wished I had never been born. The screaming started, the crying, the throwing of various items, the threatening to kill herself and even tearing hair out!! I had enough!!!!!!! I called the doctor. I called my husband. I yelled for my other daughter to come and help me. I needed someone to see what this girl was doing. Of course if you fast forward even fifteen minutes it seems like nothing had happened but I felt like I had aged a HUNDRED years. The doctor said to watch her. She is over my husband's house this weekend and all I can say is, thank God because I feel like I am going to have a heart attack.
