I skipped ECT this week. My son passed on his cold to me and I got progressively worse as the week went on. The thing is my grandmother was going to take me (the clinic is ten minutes from her house) but because of the early hour I was going to spend the night at her house. I didn’t want to take the chance of getting her sick. So I spent Friday resting at home and I think it really did me good, I feel much better today. I’m coughing a lot but I don’t feel as exhausted. I did test me and CR for Covid just in case but we are negative.

I took CR to the dr on Thursday because he’s had a nasty cough for weeks now. The dr believes it’s mild allergy induced asthma. She could hear wheezing as he breathed. So he has a prescription for singulair and an as needed inhaler. He’s always had awful allergies in the spring but he’s improved a bit this year after his surgery last summer. Tonsils, adenoids, bony nasal turbinates removed and ear tubes put in. He can breathe and hear so much better. And no snoring! I used to be able to hear him up there all the way down in my room but now, nothing. It was a bit unnerving at first!

We took CR to the historic penitentiary in the city today. He had a great time looking at all the ruins. I kind of freaked him out joking about how it’s supposedly haunted haha. He wouldn’t go in the cells by himself. But we had a good time and then walked a couple of blocks to a tavern for lunch. Delicious food. All in all a good day. Next Saturday is the county cultural fest in the park. We went last year and got fantastic empanadas at a food truck. Unfortunately ECT really messes with my memory and I do not remember anything else about it. I was also quite ill, starting to slip into my paranoid breakdown, at the time and that messed up my memory as well. So we’re going to go again this year and it’ll be like my first time haha.

Only 12 days of school left! I signed my contract for next year. And I got confirmation that I’ll be working ESY (summer school) as an autism assistant. I’ve heard it’s a total sh!tshow but it can’t be any worse than my experiences at the behavioral schools I’ve worked at. It’ll give me something to do and a little money for the summer.