The appointment this morning was cancelled, as I found the pertinent clinic and talked to the head nurse; together we figured out that the necessary authorization had NOT in fact come through (I KNEW the state couldn't act that fast). KidThree has to wait some more. Fortunately for us, we have had so much practice in waiting for state bureaucracies that it's no longer a chore. We just sit back and wait automatically. We don't even have to think about it anymore; it's effortless. We just breathe and, somehow, waiting happens all at the same time. It's like magic.
But, later in the day, KidThree did have a real orthodontist appointment, so we headed into the big city anyway. After KidThree got shot, we had to find her a new dentist, as our former provider's office was not accessible. We had gotten an orthodontic evaluation prior to the shooting but then braces were necessarily delayed because of her hospitalization and rehab. When we went to see this new dentist, found that he also did orthodontia, so we decided to have him do all KidThree's care.
(When KidThree was still hospitalized and couldn't even get out of bed by herself, she asked worriedly, "do I still get braces?" Shoot--she could have asked for a pony then and I would have found a way to get her one. "Yes, honey, you still get braces!")
So, the new guy put the braces on. It's been a little over a year and KidThree's teeth look great. But, the wheelchair ramp at this office is not a good one. It is oddly placed and strangely tilted all the way up to the door, enough so that I always make sure I'm behind KidThree when she goes up it so she won't go hurtling backwards into the parking lot while struggling with the door. Today there were two bicycles, one adult's and one child's, locked together, right in the curb cut entry to the wheelchair ramp. I was not pleased, to say the least. I went to move the bikes but couldn't; they were hooked together and were too awkward and heavy as a single unit. Because of the weird nature of that ramp, there was no way to get KidThree onto the ramp any other place. Picture me with steam coming out my ears. After I had tried unsuccessfully to lift the bikes out of the way, my evil alter-ego, known to the kids as 'The Mother From Hell,' (TMFH) came out. KidThree needed to see the orthodontist and those bicycles were blocking her path and I couldn't lift them up. TMFH to the rescue--she knocked over those bikes and dragged them out of the way, trying to inflict as many scratches as possible while flinging them to one side. Then KidThree was able to get up the ramp with TMFH as spotter.
After TMFH had thrown aside the bicycles, a woman came rushing out of the building, apologizing profusely, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was trying to keep an eye on them!" TMFH still had control of me and snapped at her, "don't do that again."
Folks, don't block the wheelchair ramps. How can someone tell that you are sitting inside the building, watching your bicycles? Bicycles being watched from inside the building look exactly like bicycles callously left in the wheelchair ramp--they both say Screw You to anyone who needs that ramp. It is NOT OKAY to block a wheelchair ramp or curb cut or to take a handicapped parking space because you're just going in for a minute. At least not around here, because TMFH will get you, and, let me tell you, that woman is not nearly so kind and cuddly as I am.
Change of subject here to one even bleaker: Back in June, KidThree lost an extended family member (cousin to an uncle by marriage); the man was shot in his home by a person or persons unknown. KidThree was devastated, as this man had been a significant figure in her life, frequently visiting KidThree's hometown to visit with the family. Two days ago that man's sons were arrested for their father's murder. The younger one, age 15 or 16, was allegedly the shooter, with the twenty-year-old allegedly an accomplice. Now that man's grieving mother and widow and daughters and aunts and uncles and cousins all have to wrap their minds around the probability that the man's sons were his murderers.
Drugs will do that. Drugs were involved. Never mind the details, but somehow and somewhere, drugs were involved. Again, folks, please listen to me and stay away from that stuff. If you teach your children that drugs are okay, your kids will believe that drugs are okay and they will use them. And if they use them, one day they might decide they have to kill you because somehow you are between them and their drugs. Drugs kill, in more ways than one.