Friday, March 1, 2013

Well... today I smacked my ASD daughter in the head (twice) while we waited to go for the tooth extraction under GA that she had to have because she wouldn't cooperate with the (free) dentist in the dental hospital who was going to give her a cap.

Then I had to help wrestle her onto a table while a mask was forcible held over her face, and she kept gasping and heaving even once she was under.

Fuck. There's a special place in hell reserved for me. When she came out to the recovery area she sat there screaming in increasing volume, that she wanted to die, and just kill her. Outside while we waited for her dad, she alternated between attacking me and flinging herself on the gravel, so when she got in the car her legs were bloody (from the gravel, not from me, I was totally helpless at that stage).

Jay-sis.

Off into town now to see The Juice album launch gig with some colleagues and students. I have to drive, though, really, much as I would cheerfully chug a bucket load of vodka tonic.

If you're in town, the Mercantile from 8 on. Roll up, see a good band and the worst mother in the world having a little dance... 

7 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

Oh honey. This is so hard.

Jo said...

Sigh. It aint easy, no.

laughykate said...

I think you deserved that bucket load of vodka.

catherine said...

jaysis Jo, that is really hard, take it easy on yourself, i dont know how i would handle that sort of meltdown myself..Kate is right, you did deserve a shit load of vodka! Hang in, hug .

kelley @ magnetoboldtoo said...

:( It is just too fucking hard some days.

xx

Jo said...

xx

Jo said...

Thanks for the comments, everyone, and for not reporting me to social services.

Though, in fairness, if you're ever feeling worried about my daughter from something I confess, I guess you should. This isn't to say I'm trying to confess anything, I just wouldn't want anyone to collude in cover ups on my behalf.