Quiet Morning

Trina is sweet and easy to be around, although she has the attention span of a five year old. Roland thinks it is because some of the very powerful meds she is on are still new to her. I don't suppose it matters much. Still, my "entertain yourself with DVD's" plan did not work out so well. She wanted to watch Jeff Dunham who is a ventriliquist who has a variety of puppets, very funny. She said she loved him, yet two minutes into each puppet act she got bored and wanted to watch the next one. She settled down to watch something on TV, but couldn't stay interested and ended up flicking back and forth between two shows. She regularly forgets or doesn't hear the answers to questions she has just asked. Sometimes she asks again just minutes after she asked before. We all do that sort of thing periodically, but it seems pretty chronic with her.

I hope that Roland is right and she is adjusting to her medications and this will go away. It can't be an easy way to live.

Life does not look promising for her. She is almost 17 and has no high school credits. She will probably start another GED program, but doesn't seem to have any confidence that she will get anywhere. She usually just finishes the preliminary testing before she has to move to a new place and a new program. When she is 18 she is going to move in with her ex-boyfriend who wants to marry her and doesn't have a job. She agrees it would probably be a good idea to have the GED so that she can get a job, but she is sure everything will be okay.

She's a sweet girl, but at the moment her life looks like a train wreck waiting to happen.

In other news, Roland had to have his blood drawn the other day and the technician stuck himself with the needle. He got a call in the afternoon with two different administrators on the phone to ask permission to test his blood for HIV so that the technician doesn't have to undergo "just in case" treatment. There's probably a more formal name for that. Roland said of course and then apparently had to repeat it very formally, "Yes, I give you permission to test my blood for HIV."

Poor technician. I wonder how often that happens. I'm sure he is relieved that Roland agreed to the test. Whatever the treatment would have been can't be fun -- not to mention the months of being worried.

In any case, I am having a quiet morning here. Roland went to church. Brian went along so he could see the girl. Andrew spent the night at a friend's. So it is just me and Trina, sitting around.

Oh...and Roland goes back for sleep study number two on Tuesday night.