“Gavin had a really good IVIG infusion this morning. He’s gaining a little bit of weight so there’s more body fat on his tummy to make needle placement less painful.”
“There are two things we need to talk about. The first is the latest lab results for Gavin and the second is a different approach we’re taking with the Clozapine.”
“Right now I’m feeing like my world is crashing down around me. I’m sick to my stomach and I’m strattling a very fine line between bursting into tears just freaking out.”
“At the risk of sounding like a terrible parent, I’m going to admit that my oldest son Gavin, is driving me absolutely bat shit crazy. Some would argue that’s a short trip and frankly, they’re probably right”
“With that in mind, I’m going to just hope for a nice balance of shit and rainbows… This is especially true in regards to Gavin’s and all he’s going through.”
“I felt like it needed to be done, since it was obvious that something wasn’t right. I didn’t want him having to deal with stupid people making ignorant comments.”
“The boys got off to school after a rough morning. Afterwards, I took Gavin to get him bloodwork done for this week. He has bloodwork done every single Friday, in order to get refills of the Clozapine.”
I was sitting on the couch and Gavin walked over and started talking to me. This by itself is nothing new but what I noticed about him was. While he was talking to me, I took note of something wrong with his facial hair