End of School

This is the last week of school and the entire family couldn’t be more relieved. Every week, Shade’s homework and studying needs fill the stress balloon a little more, and this week with final exams, the balloon is taut and on the brink of bursting. Mrs. Lopez, Shade’s Hospital Homebound instructor, has been kind enough to come nearly every day this past week to help Shade study. (You’re an angel, Mrs. Lopez.) Some of his exams are take home, which takes out a little worry, but they are time consuming and all the exams hit at the same time. We promised Shade that once the school year is over, he can burn all his homework papers. That should be an educational bonfire, the smoke billowing reduced fractions, the constitutional amendments and the periodic table. (Cue Alice Cooper’s “School’s Out.”)

If we can get the paperwork signed by Dr. Trumble in time, we should be able to start hippotherapy on June 12. Contrary to popular belief, this does not involve wrestling a hippo though I can see how that would be therapeutic. (Come to think of it, during my early bar-scene years, the night often ended with a bit of that particular brand of hippotherapy, but that’s another blog.) The facility is called Freedom Ride. We believe this particular therapy might be a key to getting Shade back to independent walking. He definitely needs something to stimulate his balance center because he currently has the footing of a college sophomore on nickle-beer night. (See aforementioned bar-scene comment.)

Talking of which, last night I had a talk to Shade about drugs: “Never do drugs, Shade. Because with your condition, you are already high.” That’s a pretty accurate statement. Shade talks slowly and slurs words. He babbles nonsensically. He sings loudly and awfully at inappropriate times and makes up silly words for the songs. He spouts pointless statements about random topics. He’s easily distracted by the slightest interruption. (Squirrel!) He has erratic mood changes. He’s always got the munchies. And if left unattended, he’s liable to end up on the floor.

Next weekend, I’m competing in my second obstacle course run called the Dirty Foot Adventure. It’s 5 miles long and has obstacles like a smashed watermelon crawl under barbed wire. I’ve trained for it, so it should be fine. The only lingering issue is that last time a member of my team, Harry, had a heart attack and nearly died. (He is still alive and kicking.) If you consider the stats, that means that during every race that I’ve ever run (1), a member of my team has gone into cardiac arrest. That wouldn’t worry me either except that I’m a one-man team on this race. My odds aren’t looking good.

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Karla Lopez
    Jun 04, 2012 @ 19:43:09

    Lots of love and hugs sent to you all.

    Reply

  2. Michelle and Ivan Diaz
    Jun 11, 2012 @ 20:55:13

    It was great to see Shade and Mayan at BLAST today!

    Reply

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