“Thousands of parents, hundreds of doctors and scientists, and several congressmen agree: The cause of autism – and its cure – has been found. Generation Rescue”
How I’d love this to be true. Of course, the fact that several congressmen agree means I’m automically suspicious.
Now we have something else to look into. If you have a child with autism, this kind of thing really shines a ray of hope on your heart. I want this to be true with all my being. Everything would be so simple if it were. There is a cure, not easy, but it’s there.
Who knows? I sure as hell don’t, but now I have something else to hope for, and one more thing that could knock me down a little closer to the breaking point if it turns out to be a big lie.
Well, I’m sick yet again. Thanks Morgan. I really appreciate you bringing your nasty germs from school and infecting me, while leaving your much more deserving mother healthy as usual. I swear I’ll be so glad when he gets out of school and I don’t have to catch his diseases any more!
I’ve lost count of how many times he’s got me sick this school year, thus the part N (math) reference. Morgan’s schoolteachers warned me that he would be bringing home all kinds of diseases his first year, and even better, he’d give them to us. He’s good about sharing like that. Fortunately, I’ve been the one hardest hit by them, not Ash. Ash has usually gotten by with a lite version of the disease or (damn her!) not been sick at all.
Of course, when does get the full blown version I stay home to take care of her because, like all women, when she actually gets sick enough to have to stay in bed, it’s very serious. It’s happened a couple of times. Not like us men who start whining when we get a head cold. Women are tough like that. They may get a -1 to Strength, but I always gave a +1 to Constitution to make up for it.
So, how will this play out, you ask? Got me. What I have now, feeling generally icky but able to stay at work, may be as bad as it gets, but I’m not holding my breath. It would be nice, but I have the feeling I’m going to miss some work. This sucks, because I have two very important things to do on Wednesday and Thursday. I may come in no matter how bad I feel just to get them done and to hell with my whining! Single mom’s do it by the Gods, so I can do it too.
P.S. I’m on my lunch break dammit! I can blog if I want!