Taking a break, people. Don’t know when, but I shall return. Plenty of things to write about, just some things going on that I need to focus on.
Taking a break, people. Don’t know when, but I shall return. Plenty of things to write about, just some things going on that I need to focus on.
About two weeks ago Kristine and I decided to take a stroll through the neighborhood with Gracie, being that the weather was so pleasant. Although Gracie can walk, she does so on her terms, which is why we wheel her in a wheelchair whenever we go for walks, shopping, etc. Gracie has a habit of just laying down when she’s decided she’s had enough. Imagine standing in line at the checkout in a grocery store, and your 10 year-old child just lays down on the floor, amongst all the other people and shopping carts waiting in line. Anyway, back to our walk… we load Gracie into the crappy wheelchair we have for her. I say the chair is crappy because of the four tiny wheels the chair is equipped with. These wheels are adequate only for transporting a person across large expanses of seamless surfaces with glass-like finishes. Okay, I exaggerate a little, but if you’re not paying attention and encounter a crack with a raised edge, you’d think you ran into a wall. Fortunately, we have not yet launched Gracie from her chair to the ground. Although it probably helps that she’s buckled in.
So Kristine, Gracie, and I are walking, and a man named Ken pulls up alongside of us in his truck. Ken, who I had never met until this point, happens to live in our neighborhood. He tells us his mother had passed away, and that she has a really nice wheelchair he’d like to give to us if we were interested. We, of course, take Ken up on his offer. What a difference the new chair (pictured above) makes on our walks now! I went online and learned these chairs cost at least $200 in used condition. We’re so grateful to this man’s generosity, that he would donate his mother’s wheelchair to us.
Below is my 8-yr old’s 2nd post:
I think my relationship with my sister is kind of hard to explain, but also kind of funny. One time, she even tried to steal my food! Actually, a couple of times! That will make you laugh! Anyway, our relationship starts out like this. When I was 4 and Gracie was 6 we did gymnastics together. But, now we do horseback riding together. I do gymnastics, dance, girl scouts, and of course, horseback riding. Both of us were born in Kettering, Ohio. You know, I miss Ohio, and I’m sure Gracie does too. We have a dog named Jackie and, I wish Gracie would interact with Jackie more. Gracie and I are Scottish, Italian, English, Cherokee Indian, French, Dutch, and Irish. I really love my sister, and I try to do everything I can to make her happy. Have a good year!
God, how I hate those words. Someone in our neighborhood has a license plate frame on their bright yellow SUV that says, “(Owner’s name) short bus”. How cute. I want to vandalize this vehicle everytime I see it. I know it’s only a joke, but I don’t find it funny. Sorry, but that’s the way I feel. My only consolation is Gracie’s bus is full-sized, despite only a handful of special needs kids riding this bus. Maybe the school wishes to avoid the stigma of riding the short bus?
Speaking of busing and the school system, we’ve had our share of frustrations regarding these issues. Because Gracie and her sister, Gabby, must go to different schools, there are additional logistical problems requiring us to address. Add the fact that Kristine went back to work full-time this year, and the transient nature of Florida’s population (especially with an USAF base nearby), the busing situation gets further complicated.
We started the school year out with a workable plan to get both of our children on their buses. Sounds simple enough, right? Not really. For obvious reasons, Gracie’s pick-up and drop-off points are at the end of our driveway. Gabby’s bus stop is three blocks away. Fortunately, Gracie’s bus arrived first, which allowed me to take Gabby to her bus stop after Gracie was picked up.
All was good until Gracie’s bus route had to be changed due to two kids no longer needing service en route to our house. This change impacted Gracie’s schedule by 20-25 minutes, requiring me to load the girls into my car, drive Gabby to her bus stop, return to our house after Gabby is picked up, unload Gracie from my car, and then put Gracie on her bus. But hey, I’m flexible. No problem, right? Wrong.
Yesterday I found out that Gracie’s bus has been waiting at our house for less than 5 minutes to drop Gracie off. Why the wait? Because our aftercare provider, Christine, cannot be in 2 places at the same time during the drop-offs. Christine has to meet her daughter, Sam, and Gabby at their bus stop, then hurry over to our house (3 blocks away) to get Gracie off of her bus. This goes on for a while until the school system gets wind of it, then we’re summarily informed we need to come up with a solution. Now. Ummm… kind of hard to think under pressure. Does Kristine (Gracie’s mother) quit her job over 5 minutes? No, that’s stupid. Oh good, the school has a suggestion. The school asks if Gabby and Sam can walk to our house from their bus stop. Seriously?! These are little girls! Do these people watch the news?! Then I thought maybe Gracie’s bus can drop her off at Gabby’s bus stop. Oh, nope, forgot the school system has a ‘rule’ against different pick-up and drop-off locations. Hmmm… what to do, what to do?
Eureka! Kristine and a co-worker of mine hit upon the same idea. Gabby and Sam can walk to our house with another little girl, Abby, and her mother. They live across the street from us. Meanwhile, Christine can be at our house waiting on Gracie. We’ll see how that goes next week. Of course, I fully expect us to have to make another adjustment before 2012 is over.
One last bit of frustration over the busing situation. What is it with people not parking in their driveway? Nevermind two-car garages (which is usually chock-full of junk), adequate space in their driveways to park their vehicles, and HOA covenants prohibiting street parking, they still have to park in the street for whatever reason. This very morning while getting a picture of Gracie and the bus, I look up the street and see trouble brewing. Cars parked on both sides of the street! No surprise, though, as this is almost a daily occurrence. So I walk over there in preparation to photograph the situation, thinking the bus will manuever through the cars. Nope. The bus driver can’t get through, and starts blowing his horn. I start walking up to the house where one of the blockading car’s owner lives. I see someone duck behind their blinds. Jeez. Oh, here comes the man of the house, walking his dog. I say nothing as he quickly walks by, not wanting to escalate an already tense moment. Maybe things will change after today, but I doubt it. One of these days I’ll be compelled to talk with these neighbors, and am concerned it may not go well.
Finally, on an unrelated subject, I want to tell all of you about a fellow blogger, Peter Kurtz. Peter recently was inspired to start his own blog, http://peterkurtz.wordpress.com/. Peter was referred to my blog by a mutual friend of ours, Ben. Although I have never met Peter, he seems like a swell guy. Anybody who writes about American history, whether it’s historical fiction or not, is swell in my book (no pun intended). I look forward to reading his book “Bluejackets in the Blubber Room”. Please take a moment to look at Peter’s blog, and follow it if you like what you see. Thanks.
I just don’t know what to believe anymore… oral hygiene and cardiovascular health are linked, the better oral hygiene you practice, the better your ticker in the long run. The toothpaste you’re using is poison. Hmmm… what to do about this conundrum?
Have you ever stopped to consider the ingredient list for commercial toothpastes? How many times through the years have you heard that flouride is good for us? A quick bing search reveals several sources that claim flouride has been linked to thyroid problems, among others.
Another, quite nasty ingredient in toothpaste is sodium lauryl sulfate (SLS). It’s the stuff that makes your conventional toothpaste get all nice and foamy. It’s also the same stuff used in engine degreasers. It’s fair to say SLS probably isn’t good for you, as well as some of the other ingredients in toothpaste.
So what does all this have to do with Gracie, right? In an earlier post I mentioned I brush her teeth with a safe alternative that is free of toxins (see www.toothsoap.com). I was concerned about her swallowing toothpaste, as she doesn’t know to spit it out. Our dentist didn’t seem too concerned when I told him about my worries, and he offered no suggestions to alleviate them. I like my dentist and all, but had to go with my instinct.
I never pass up an opportunity to experience some of the things Gracie must put up with. Afterall, I’d never expect her to do something I wasn’t willing to do myself. Not only does Gracie get her teeth brushed with tooth soap, I tried it myself for months (more on that another day). What does it tastes like? Well, um, just like soap. It really took some getting used to. I was so anxious to hear what the dentist was going to say at Gracie’s next checkup. The result? Everything’s fine! Her teeth checked out great. And what’s more is that her breath smells much better (this the inital reason why I started looking into toothpaste alternatives).
So if this post piqued your interest in toothpaste, the potential harm it can cause, and healthier alternatives, I suggest you spend some time to research the subject. While you’re at it, do some reading on flouridating our water supplies. What you learn may surprise you.
Hello everyone! For this post I thought I’d provide an update on our fundraising efforts. Starting six weeks ago, we’ve managed to collect just over $500 from nine donors. A big THANK YOU goes out to these people for getting things started! You know who you are! Also, my dad and I recently completed a side job for someone, and set our proceeds aside for Gracie’s stem cell therapy. The proceeds amounted to $800. The total funds raised for Gracie now amounts to $1,337.
Please contribute to our cause, even if its only $1. Your support is sincerely appreciated. As you can see in the above chart, raising $20,000 by next summer is our goal.
Recently I started thinking of other ways to raise money and awareness for our cause. I’m thinking about organizing 5k walk/run across one of the Melbourne, Florida causeways. The event is tentatively scheduled for February of 2013. It will be so cool if I can get someone in our old hometown of Franklin, Ohio to organize a similar event on the same date.
Finally, look what Gracie did last night! She was being a little mischievous. The mattress is quite heavy, so it gives some indication how strong Gracie is. No worries yet about her destroying this bed. Just don’t want her to hurt herself. I may have to come up with a way to keep her from separating the mattress from the frame.
Children with severe autism are basically incapable of caring for themselves. The caregivers are responsible for all aspects of an autistic person’s hygiene. Bathing, combing their hair, brushing their teeth, wiping their nose (and other parts), clipping their nails, everything.
Of all the hygiene tasks we perform for Gracie, I dislike clipping her nails the most. They grow so fast! But keeping her fingernails short is a must, otherwise she scratches herself or others, and her nails get nasty quickly. Getting Gracie to remain still while clipping her nails used to be quite a challenge. Now the challenge is getting her fingers into position so I can clip her nails. Her fingers are like noodles when I try to position them.
As I just mentioned, her nails dirty quickly, and must be cleaned often. The main reason is because Gracie doesn’t get the concept of silverware. As a consequence, she’s limited to anything she can eat with her fingers, and we must cut up all of her food into bite-size pieces. Eating in general warrants a post of its own, and will get to that another day.
Anyway, clipping her nails is task that has mainly fallen upon my father and I. Something I guess we’re better at than our wives. I am very careful not to cut Gracie’s nails too short. A few years ago my mother clipped Gracie’s fingernails too short, and they started bleeding a little. Needless to say, I was a little upset, as was my mother. To this day I don’t believe she’s ever attempted to clip them again.
Then I worry about ingrown toenails. We had one scare recently where we thought she was getting an ingrown toenail. Fortunately, the situation resolved itself after a visit to a podiatrist and the application of Mupirocin (an antibiotic cream).
I realize this post seems to be rather mundane, but I write it to demonstrate virtually nothing is mundane when it comes to taking care of an autistic child. I only wish it were so. There are challenges to deal with in every aspect of their lives. As I finish drafting this post, I know that Gracie’s nails need to be cut again already. But I’ll let that wait until tomorrow, as she’s now sound asleep.
It has taken years to master the art of brushing Gracie’s teeth, and I’m still perfecting my technique. Brushing her teeth is a personal hygiene task for which I’m largely responsible.
Years ago brushing Gracie’s teeth seemed impossible, as she would bite the toothbrush as soon as I put it into her mouth. With Gracie latched onto the toothbrush like a pit bull to its chew toy, I would simply succeed in only shaking Gracie’s head back and forth as I tried to brush her teeth. We’d go through several toothbrushes a year, being that the bristles and toothbrush head would be mangled from her constant biting on the toothbrush.
There was a time I had to cradle Gracie’s head between my thighs, with her laying down and me sitting down (both of us on the floor), in order for me to brush her teeth. Her arms would be pinned underneath my legs to keep her from interfering with my attempts to brush her teeth. So glad we’ve progressed beyond that. Nowadays I’m able to brush her teeth without too much trouble. But more on that in a moment.
Of course, Gracie doesn’t get the concept of spitting out the toothpaste when we’re done brushing her teeth. After brushing her teeth and working up a nice bit of foam, Gracie simply swallows the toothpaste. This is why we use just a minimal amount of toothpaste. Because I worried about the long-term harmful effects of swallowing toothpaste, I switched to a toothpaste alternative (see http://www.toothsoap.com/) that is safe to swallow. Toothpaste is yet another subject that merits a post by itself.
As I said, brushing her teeth is no longer too much trouble. However, this task must be done with finesse. Otherwise, Gracie will start gagging, and once this starts there’s a good chance she will vomit. I learned quickly to have her stand in front of the toilet while brushing her teeth, and use extreme caution to avoid causing Gracie to gag. I hate it when she does vomit, because then she must go to school on an empty stomach (being that she’s eaten breakfast before I brush her teeth).
The last vomiting episode seems to be a distant memory. Happy times! Recently I started working with Gracie by prompting her through all the steps in the brushing routine. I will have to save this for another post too, sorry.