I’ve been up since 5:30. Stress wakes me early and plots against my giving up one cuppa coffee a day plans.
I’ve been stewing at myself too. I meant to create an EEG social story for Trevy. Then I found one already created online and meant to read it with him. I meant to use a doll and Wiki Stix to give him an interactive of what’s happening. Because I doubt he remembers. It’s been over a year ago since his last. And I’m so mad at myself for letting the days slip by until here we are.
I’m also second guessing our decision to go in-patient rather than home with the EEG. We’ve done the take home before though. It was a horror.
He’s happily running around behind me blowing into Bristel’s recorder. Which he’s forbidden to use when she’s here.
And I’m posting. Wasting the last ten minutes before I take a big breath…to mark our voyage.
Here’s to a clean EEG.