the blog of a disabled mother who likes to game, and "get in the pit"
I managed to get a lot of really nice pictures of him (since when do I not take nice pictures of the kids, though? like, in general?), he grew the several inches that I had completely and entirely predicted, and everything went smoothly. Everything has been going smoother for him since he started guanfacine and Risperdal, and the doses of both of those were fine-tuned to be both low and maximally therapeutic for him.
The coughing from the beta blocker has all but gone away! That’s the good part of this post, anyway.
The bad news (or news that is supposed to be bad, anyway) seems to be that the beta blocker is no longer working to bring down my blood pressure and pulse, although I am fortunate in that I don’t feel the squeezing of the chest sensations that I did leading up to seeking care for it. One can hope that I’m able to get in to see the cardiologist in a few weeks, I’m taken off of metoprolol anyway — even though I can finally spell metoprolol now — and am put on something better that works better that doesn’t risk making my albuterol not work or cause other tremendously unwanted side effects. (And coughing for weeks to the point that one has effectively lost their voice for around a week counts as a tremendously unwanted side effect.)
Bub has his thirteenth well visit with the pediatrician today, and then we have less appointments for awhile!
When I saw this on Facebook I had to come over here and post it if for no more of a reason than Bub.
Bub continues to steal these cloaks from his mother (that would be me), and I lovingly continue to let him.