Today, I received the test kits for Jack's stool and urine samples. Not sure if this will happen anytime soon, sad to say as each of these are roughly 350 euros each, yes --- each. I'll find a way somehow. Right now, with work at it's slowest of the year and rent going up it's not looking good but if there's a will there's a way. RIGGHHHTTT?!
It's no wonder that people are so FREAKING HAPPY when/if they get approved for the Domiciliary Care Allowance because at least you have a fighting chance to get the help you need for your kid.
It's funny how I used to give a shit about makeup or my clothes or fucking jewelry - I never really spent any real money on "stuff" and as a proud clearance Target shopper knowing all the days they marked everything down - none of that shit matters. (sorry for the potty-mouth). This is MY space to vent, so.....this sucks. A lot. I guess I have to remain thankful for what I have, count my blessings but some days that sucks too. I don't want to count my fucking blessings right now, I want to get these tests sent in so I can figure out why the hell my child blows raspberries for 10 hours a day and contorts his arms and face as he flicks his fingers and makes a choking sound while doing it.
I want fucking answers. And I want to fix him. Fuck You Autism.
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