Monday, March 10

The appt went as well as I could ever have hoped or imagined!!!  He is fine.  Truly, wonderfully, perfectly fine.  He didn't engage the doc (nurse practitioner actually) as much as she would have liked, but she said that he's young and since we talked, unrelatedly, about him warming up to people, she said that's just personality shining through.  He's fine in all areas except speech, but she said it's fine to cut the therapy down to once a week, which we will.  Actually, since we missed today and will miss again on next Monday, I think we already have lol.  So great news.  Fanfuckingtastic news.

I have an appt with doctor Heather tomorrow night.  I can't wait to tell her.  Fuck, I didn't do any of my homework and it's been a month, I've had plenty of time.  Well, this counts as my journal, I guess, so I have done some.

Things with Mike are not good.  Again.  Very tired of this.  Not sure how to proceed.  We were almost better for a minute there, but not so much.