Okay, so here's the "other stuff".
1. We got Abby's allergy testing back. In addition to her pork, blueberry, sesame and sweet potato allergies, and in addition to her casein (for sure) and gluten (suspected, although we're still in the "trial" phase) intolerances, we have discovered that she's also allergic to soy and eggs. That has seriously narrowed our food choices... yet again.
All the poor kid wants is a glass of chocolate soy milk, real toast with butter and McDonald's french fries. All of which are off limits.
2. We tried the Neti Pot. She was okay with it for about the first ten seconds until she caught on to what I was doing. Then she wasn't so okay with it.
It seems to have helped, however. We'll keep at 'er for a few days, twice a day, and see what happens.
3. I forgot to give her her afternoon dose of anti-seizure meds yesterday. Ooops. She seemed to be fine, however. Actually, better than fine. She was feeling happy and smiling in the evening. Connection?
Michael and I have discussed cutting back on her meds. We're undecided what to do. We don't think it was the meds that mysteriously made her stop having seizures back in April and we're wondering how much the meds are affecting her physically and mentally.
I guess what I would really like is to talk to the neurologist about it, and not her lacky-nurse-clinicians who automatically say "no" to everything I propose. *snorts* Good luck getting Dr. B on the phone, however. And Dr. E, the pediatrician is away on holidays.
4. Canning season has begun! I procured a mess of rhubarb from the first outdoor Farmer's Market of the season, and proceeded to can rhubarb marmalade and rhubarb syrup.
The marmalade was ridiculously easy and insanely delicious. We've already eaten a jar. The syrup is delicious mixed with soda water or carbonated spring water for a refreshing "home made", old-fashioned soda. Kinda sweet and kinda tart. Or add a bit to your iced tea!
Okay, I lied. There's five things.
5. Still undecided as to the fate of ABA. Abby is obviously unhappy, and the tutors are frustrated. The consultant, bless her soul, is trying her best to resolve this, but deep down I have suspicions that it may be unresolvable at this point. We've got three weeks until my self-appointed deadline to stay in or get out of the program.
There's a lot more to this story, and I will post it down the road when I know how the story ends.