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June 13, 2002
JUNE 13, 2005 That's O' FIVE
coppied from my blog, 'cause it belongs here as well...
What sort of a blogger am I, any way? After all, my son, Josh, is going in for surgery tomorrow and I haven't posted about this on my blog at all. It didn't even occur to me to post it since it doesn't seem interesting to talk about. It's nothing drastic or life threatening, but it isn't elective either. It just is.
And I never thought to say a word about it until I checked my blog tonight and realized I hadn't posted in a while and then wondered what I would post if I did and came up with this. Sort of a fill-in topic.
About the surgery, since he is 12 y/o and still severely enough autistic that he cannot hold a conversation or understand the need to keep his mouth open when a dental drill is in his mouth, he cannot have dental work w/o being put completely under. Since this entails a greater risk than average dental care, he has yet to have a complete dental exam and cleaning.
The other day, he was sticking his finger in his ear and saying, "Owie, owie, ear hurt!" so I figured an ear infection and took him to the doctor. Nope, it was his tooth, which was infected and then, when the infection cleared, split in two. His back left molar is now two halves of a back left molar, still stuck in his jaw.
It was hard work to find a dentist. The insurance co. wanted me to drive 150 mi. to have him seen. I thought that was obsene. I finally called my regional center (advocates for disabled) and got a referal. My worker didn't have one to give me the five times I've asked, but she changed jobs and the officer of the day had the right guy for the job.
But then I found out that the wait for surgery was 6 mo. The only other option, if the pain was too great, was to go to the ER, where they evidently have a dentist on call. I almost did, twice. Both times I lined up a babysitter and the first time I backed out (holiday weekend--what was I thinking) and the second time my babysitter just didn't show. Lucky for us, too. The very next week, the dentist's office called and they had a cancellation.
And that leads to tomorrow. They moved his surgery time up today (wish they couldn't do that--now I have to drive in rush hour traffic to get to the hospital) and we have to be there by 8 AM. I've never had a kid go through surgery and I've not even delt with broken bones but I'm not all that nervous. And that leads me back to my original question...
What does all this say about me, as a blogger and a mom?
I can say that it would be foolish to deny I must be a "stick it out on your own" kind of gal. At any rate, any prayer would be wonderful and I'll let you know how it goes when I drag my tired rear back here tomorrow or the next day.
Best wishes,
Khy, soon to be surgery-survivor-mom to Josh, age 12 (autism) and his four siblings
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