weapons of massdistraction

Thursday was surreal from start to finish. I kicked the day off by taking the little man in for his first psychiatric consultation. It was his psychologist’s idea. I’ll admit I was hesistant. Resistant even. The appointment was much longer than I’d expected, but also less painful than expected. The doctor was remarkably reasonable. After a lengthy conversation we came to the joint conclusion that meds aren’t necessary right now. The potential side effects would outweigh any potential benefits, and the little man is doing well enough on his own right now. That was the good news. The bad news? Well, I had just been describing his “staring episodes” when he was kind enough to demonstrate. It was beneficial to have the doctor witness it for herself, but it’s scary to hear the word “seizure” used in reference to one’s child. We’re going back next week for an EEG.

Later on I was to go to the State Fair, to see the Flaming Lips/Sonic Youth tag teaming it at the Grandstand. But my enthusiasm level was low. I was feeling tired, physically and emotionally, but I talked myself into going. I already had the ticket after all. But just as I was heading out the door a crazyass storm blew into town and knocked our power out, with the bonus of a tornado watch. I didn’t think the outdoor show would even be happening, but the box office confirmed it was. After some confused shuttling to and fro we got the husband and little man over to the safe haven of my in-laws’ home, and the husband chauffeured me to the Fair. By this point the rains had swept through, leaving behind cool, fresh air. I managed to hook up with friends and get to the Grandstand not too long after the show started. And I’m glad I did. It was great to see Kim Gordon, twirling around on stage, in her twee babydoll dress. And if I didn’t have a Wayne Coyne crush before the show, I sure do now. It turned out to be a magical evening.

Afterwards, well, that’s another story. Our power was still out. I had the husband pick me up sometime after midnight, and we went back to our house (the little man was asleep at the in-laws’). I wound up feeling like a burglar in my own home, stalking through with a flashlight in hand. And hey, the place is so messy these days (even by my own low standards) that it already looked like it had been ransacked. We grabbed some necessities and headed back to crash with the kid. Thankfully the husband set up his parents’ house with wireless. The next morning I found out our power was back on by sitting on their couch with my powerbook, and logging into one of the servers at our place. Yes, we are nerds.