Friday, February 5, 2016
Huge neglect and little mercies
Since September, when C. was switched to another classroom, I haven't been in that vicinity which is why the flood of those photos dried up.
But last week I witnessed daily equally appalling treatment of one of C.'s classmates..
I had to restrain myself from snapping away the first time I saw it because there were staff members all around. But this week, with the coast relatively clear, I gathered the guts to snap away - following it up with my pretend-chat-on-cellphone act to dispel suspicion.
And here is what I'm talking about (above).
She is returned to the classroom from time to time - perhaps to eat and get changed - and then re-deposited in the corridor to resume this activity.
On a different note: I am now dredging the last drops of cannabis oil out of old bottles that I'd abandoned as empty (yes, I saved them. Too precious to discard).
Our distributor has notified us that we will no longer be able to pick up or receive delivery of our fresh supply until a full calendar month has elapsed. The four bottles we get just don't last a full month.
I really should ask our neurologist to fill in new health ministry forms requesting a new license for an additional bottle per month.
But with my own hysterectomy-related bureaucratic headaches overwhelming me I can't embark on that one now.
Seizures daily but not excessive.
Meanwhile C.'s bedsores are healing beautifully and one of them is nearly officially gone. The angel of a visiting nurse told me I can stop bandaging it in a day or so. I won't have to go to C.'s school three times a week to re-bandage her sores after hydrotherapy.
I'm sure I'll go bonkers from all that new-found free time.