Why is that I can see my stray eyebrow hairs so clearly in my rearview mirror, but they seemingly disappear when I stand in front of my bathroom mirror? THEY CHANGE COLOR, PEOPLE.
Have I told you how much I hate the dentist? Because I hate the dentist. Well, technically I hate the drill and the pokey thing and the smells and the electric toothbrush, not the person behind the instruments. Why do people with anxiety disorders have to have bad teeth? (I know, I know, it is technically possible that I have bad teeth in part due to my aversion to the dentist.) Anyway, something is wrong with my tooth. I'm officially going to have to call tomorrow. Hopefully I can get into the University. Hopefully they have a xanax dispenser.
Speaking of medications, Punkin is doing a much better job taking his in the morning. There is a direct correlation between the attention I draw to the process -- including using a picture schedule -- and the amount of medicine that gets thrown in my face. So if anyone needs a picture schedule for taking medication, I have one all made!
I did make a new schedule for his respite workers, though. We haven't had one since we moved, and things haven't been going very smoothly. Isn't it weird? One schedule is a huge success and one is an epic failure.
Anyway, what I intended to say was that I think both meds are working nicely. Hooray!