“Look in the mirror and spit cookies”
September 2013 — Archives
One of my greatest fears (one of them; I have a million) is DC having something medically wrong with him and I won’t be able to tell.
Unless he throws up or passes out right in front of me (try catching a 200lb boy at 3am) there is really no way for me to know. He doesn’t really let on that there is a problem and when there is, his behavior is pretty much the same as it always is. I don’t know if he doesn’t feel pain like the rest of us or he just doesn’t process it the way we would expect. This boy can run full speed with a sprained ankle!
When he was younger, he would “tell” everyone that he was sick; actually he would just sign “sick” with no other details. Most of the time he was not sick at all, but he knew the school nurse had jellybeans in her office so that is where he wanted to be! Then he discovered when he was finished with the jellybeans that they would call Mom to pick him up. Most of the time, knowing that he really wasn’t sick, I would pick him and bring him to work with me – which he loves, so I wasn’t really winning any battles there, but I had to work. (We’ll forget about the ONE time, he threw up all over my office, the ONE time he really was sick and no one believed him. I guess he showed us!)