Which means making him yet another in-take appointment, * none available for 3-4 weeks. ![]() Which means having to start over again, as a new patient (Again, third time this has happened). Because of their delay, the time frame exceeded their 6 month policy, and pushed him out of their system as a current patient. On both prior attempts, the mental health facility (one of the very few that accepts Medicaid in our area) failed to respond to my refill requests, and my son went off his meds schedule. I attempted to perform the simple task of refilling my oldest son’s prescription, for the third time. I was reminded of this yet again today, repeatedly. It’s just that the amount of time invested in what should be routine with our special needs kids is truly insane. I don’t know, perhaps I need medication…Okay perhaps I need MORE medication. Have you ever been so frustrated that you actually feel your brain getting hot, followed by your body tingling from the pumping adrenaline rush? And then, if your a crier like me, you start that indecipherable sob talking that you yourself can barely recognize or translate? Yeah, so that was me today. Chasing my tail, only to get so dizzy I end up running head first into a wall at speeds well over 100 mph. I’m just so sick of the red tape that wraps around a special needs family so tightly that it practically suffocates them. ![]() Today, I am writing out of sheer frustration, a feeling EVERY SINGLE parent of autism is all to familiar with. I always loved that quote…until today, when I realized I waste a hell of a lot of time.
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