And then there were two...
I started this post last week and never got back to it. There are two Pegasys syringes in the garage fridge. Tomorrow there will be one. At this late date, you'd think I knew all about all the sides. No such luck. I'm finding new ones! My sleep pattern has gotten completely jacked around. I'm up too late — usually in front of this thing — and I'm having a terrible time getting up in the morning. I have a 6:30 AM call that I really should be on, but I only make it about one day a week. Night before last I looked at the clock at 1:30, 2:00, and 3:00, and made a point of not looking when it was probably 4:00. I'm getting that restless leg thing. I'm taking the anti-depressant Elavil (amitriptyline) which stopped the twitches in the first month. Doc has since upped the dosage from 10 to 25 miligrams after I told him that it didn't seem to be doing anything. I'm tempted to bump it again. On the other hand, this is almost a thing of the past.
I'm also feeling the psychological effects. It takes less and less to get the tears flowing — not really my ordinary state. My friend Bob says I should plan on that staying. I'm also crabby. I don't like that if only because it's rude. I hope that goes away.
Eldest Daughter's vocal ensemble concert was tonight. She's 18 and still talking about going to college in Iowa of all places. That child wouldn't last a month there. She puts on a sweater if it's 70°F (21°C). I talked with another dad at church whose daughter is already there. "Then they pull out that God thing," he says. My daughter: "I really think God is telling me to go!" Uh-huh. One year at this little college is the price of four-years at a state school.
The other dad said, "I'm good with that God thing too, but He put this thing between the bones of your head!" I told her that if God wants her in Iowa, He'll make a way for her to fund it.
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I think a nice TRIP to Iowa in January or February could help your daughter with this decision, or seeing the movie "Iowa" followed by "Dying for Meth," both made by Matt Farnsworth, may help YOU and your wife with this decision.
The trip to Iowa is probably on tap for January. THAT should be interesting.
I'm less concerned about the drug thing. We have our share of meth here in Arizona. She knows about it and other drugs, and she's seen the results — she has friends who have gone through rehab. It's certainly nothing new.
Meanwhile, she either has us completely snowed, or she's a really great kid. On Tuesday night she usually goes over to a Sudanese refugee family's apartment to help the kids with their homework. On Wednesday she helps direct a children's choir. On Thursday she sings in the church adult choir (average age somewhere north of 50). She's not an academic star, but she keeps her grades in the upper quarter.
How will she do out in the big, wide world? I can only hope and pray. She may have her break. I know I did. But so far, she's spared us the worst challenges.
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