Week 2

We have been doing BB for two weeks now, although Monday it was closed for the holiday.  That gave us a chance to have Whit’s blood drawn and sent to Metametrix for the nutrition counseling part of BB.  Poor Whit was absolutely terrified and had to sit in my lap, but the woman at Any Time Lab there on P-M Rd was just excellent with him. 

Whit still seems to enjoy himself at BB, although he hasn’t been awarded any more stars for progress.  He calls the different activities “weird.”   I have not been keeping up my end of the deal with those exercises three times a day and music for 45 minutes each day.  Both of us hate that CD.  The worst is the heartbeat, followed by some weirdo mouth-breathing dude.  After a few minutes, my skin is itchy.  We do the exercises once or twice a day, and the music not at all.  And I just realized there’s a chart that I’m supposed to be filling out daily to document his progress.  Oops.  This coming week I’ll try to be more on the program. 

For the hour he’s at BB, I plan to walk around the neighborhood and get some exercise.  Yesterday it was raining, so I just hung out in my car and dozed.  I don’t really care to be in the office.  It feels like a doctor’s office considering the way it’s set up, but the gossip between the staff says there’s no HIPPA here.  The director asked Whit last week if he knew this one kid at his school, and told us she had met him and I get the impression his family is considering BB.  It doesn’t seem like my business.  And now I’m sure their family knows we’re at BB.  Obviously it’s not a secret, but it still doesn’t seem appropriate to talk about other patients.  I guess that’s the issue.  We’re not patients and not entitled to privacy.  We’re costumers to be used for networking and getting more customers.

It also didn't help when another parent’s second question to me was “What’s his diagnosis?”  Really, strange lady I just met?  Are we best friends and confidants just because we both have kids at BB?  Believe me, I totally understand how when you’re first realizing there’s an issue with your child and you’re trying everything available for help, it’s comforting to find other parents in your position.  But after five years, three evaluations and a special school, I have a really good grasp on what’s going on with my kid, and I don’t want that to be a leading topic of conversation any more.

Ok, enough bitching.  Whit sailed through homework Thursday night, but it helped that Christopher was here talking him through it.  Whit does a lot for Christopher that he would never do for me.  Maybe next week we’ll get the Metametrix results.  I’ll let you know.