NoJoMo 17

<<—Entertaining text messages that way.

I’m more than a little annoyed at this point this morning. Sonja text me a little while ago saying something about the idiots are going to be trying to put Harley on some kind of med.
1.) The idiot is suppose to discuss anything like this with me, it’s in the stuff from the last mediation.
2.) I have no idea what bloody doctor they’ve hauled him off to now.
3.) I’m not just going to start stuffing him with a med. If they think so, they are even stupider than I thought.
4.) If they are giving him a med only 3 days every other week, it’s not going to do anything, other than mess him up worse.
5.) They don’t know anything about his usual daily schedule…They don’t know if I was working on getting him on something (I’m not at this point, I want to see how counseling with someone who is actually working one on one with him is going to work, before restoring to drugging the hell out of him.

There was something else, but I’m so *growls* right now, that it’s eluding me.

*sigh*

Feeling better, other than the above, today.
A bit jealous of Sonja’s second encounter…Although, she apparently didn’t freak out over it this time. I can still remember how scared she sounded when she called me to come get her the first time. I don’t know if it was because there was a little one with it, or if it was in part to the conversation we had a little bit ago.
She is a special being (I know, all parents think that of their children, but this is different), she is so openly connected to the other world, and otherworldly things. I hadn’t thought of it the first time she seen him/her *shrugs*, but it dawned on me later, as I was reading through some of my latest acquires Shamanic books. I think when they locked eyes during that first meeting, he/she knew what she was, and knew she wasn’t to be feared, or harmed, or whatever. She is part of that world, as she is part of this world.
I hadn’t realized she had been reading my books…I knew that she read some of the herbal healing, and she goes and messes with the herbs…She knows what is good for what, and goes a good job tossing something helpful together.
She knows what she is…To her it is simply a part of her being her. I wish it was so natural for me. Maybe if I had been exposed to the right materials earlier in life, like she has, it would come easier. Then again, I prayed for a child of balance, of ‘both’ worlds…I poured my heart into that prayer…& the following month I was pregnant with her.

Just got a call from Sonja’s phone…Which means Harley (as Sonja will usually just text if she needs something). He’s not feeling good. Sounds like he might have a UTI now too…This household is cursed and doomed when it comes to them. I told him to have Sonja give him one of her cranberry chews, and hopefully that will set things in motion to feeling better on that front.
He also doesn’t feeling good belly wise…But he said he had some milk…enough for a bowl of cereal. Which, usually they don’t allow him dairy (as they are stupid idiots and still have him on a gluten-free, non-dairy diet, even though I took and had him tested and proved he didn’t need it…& it doesn’t do any good to have him on it)…& we don’t do milk, milk here often…Every time I buy some, it usually spoils before it gets used…So I’m guessing since his stomach isn’t use to it, it is the cause of the not feeling well.
I’m not a fan of milk, unless it’s fresh from the cow, or as close as one can get…Non-homogenized, non-pasteurized, and not shot up with antibiotics for the sake of ‘keeping things at bay’…That last one because cows stuffed full of unnecessary penicillin leech it into their milk…Not the cows fault, I know…& then if I happen to decide to want said milk…I end up curled up in a corner in pain. Got to love allergies. Really have to love not realizing that it is possible for it to pass along that way, and wonder why drinking milk is having a reaction.
But…Yeah…*shrugs* Tis the way of life I suppose.
Still…I wish there was something more I could do to be of help to him right now. Hopefully just being able to talk to me for the moment helped some. No one else is there that can be of help (not that even if they were there they would be of help)…Apparently the idiot is off to work, and the thing he married and the oldest @ home girl are off trying to find the oldest @ home girl a job.
Which leaves Sonja & Harley there with the two youngest girls, one being Harley’s age, the other…I believe a year younger than Sonja, maybe two…For who knows how long. *shakes head*

I wish the idiot would just disappear…Leave us be to do what we need to do.
I don’t think Harley would have anywhere near the amount of problems he does if he didn’t have to go to the Idiots house.
He is so suppressed there, that he has to keep it all in until he’s away, then it explodes all over the place.
He hates it there…It stresses him out, causes him anxiety…He doesn’t feel safe…*sigh*
& their solution, instead of trying to work with understanding what is going on, is to shove a pill at it.
[Honestly…if the end of the world as we knew it, in a drastic fashion would end all of this mess…I would gladly deal with whatever came with it. We would make due, we would survive, because that is what we do.]

Okay…Mum should be out of work now, and on her way home…So I should get dressed, since we are going to be heading to town…& crap, I just realized I let the dog out a little bit ago & really need to go let her back in. *headdesk*