Splat Goes Life.

This blog is meant to chronicle Jack's journey through his school years, as a child taking a number of medications to help him manage his emotions. We've been visiting with a new pediatrician for the last 3 years now, and they really have nothing to do with his diagnosis. We are , however, still seeing the same child psychiatrist that we've been seeing since the start of middle school (if not 4th or 5th grade? Time flies!). Although we only need to visit every few months or so, I'm still quite happy with her. (I still rave to people that she was the one willing to do the GeneSight testing . Had someone thought to do this before then, we might have skipped some of the trauma Jack has experienced). Jack has been on the same cocktail of meds since 6th or 7th grade- Risperidone and Prozac. (I hate typing that word, because it automatically shouts "crazy!". However, I know my son. He's not crazy). He's been on the lowest dose of Prozac since he started ...

The crazy train to high school is officially rolling into town. In less than a week, I will have two highschoolers on my hands! On Tuesday, I picked Savannah up from Marching Band Camp, to register her for school. (I've found it seems less complicated for the high school grades. However, if you need to walk a new student around a huge building, or need to see the guidance counselor, you'll be wishing you were dead). She'll be a Junior this year, and that just kind of freaks my brain out a little bit. Yesterday, I registered Jack. We made a morning out of it. We dropped Savannah off at camp, drove a block down to the local Kroger to buy him shoes for gym class, and then stopped off for breakfast (iced coffee for both!) before heading back to the school for 8:30am registration. It actually went pretty well, despite my needing a pen to fill out some form for Freshman "Make Friends" day. (Okay, I don't recall what it's called. I doubt my kid will be t...