Eight o’clock sharp, the beginning of the desperate appeal to stay home tomorrow. After much back and forth, we landed on making an appointment with the meds doctor.
He goes to school and I get us the first available appointment. I feel like we are right back where we were before the meds change, but I know we haven’t even finished with the change. His adjunct med has yet to be replaced and considering his current behavior, it needs to be sooner rather than later.
I hate short weeks.