A Cure for What Ails Ya

So, Connor most likely has ADD/ADHD. This diagnosis is based on two extensive questionnaires filled out by myself and his classroom teacher. The diagnostician in my building was kind enough to process them and do the reports. According to said reports, there is a 98% and 99% likelihood that my boy has ADD/ADHD.

Dr. Wilson sat down with us last week and outlined our options.

We went the medication route.

I wasn't sure I wanted to do that, but 3 days in, I'm so glad we did. Today was his first day of school on the medicine. He didn't have to move his monkey once!! That means he got TWO behavior bucks. (I know that this is just a bunch of mumbo-jumbo to those of you out there who do not have school aged children yet, but believe me--this is a VAST improvement in his behavior over weeks past.) In addition to the behavior, he was able to give me a complete play-by-play of his day on the drive home from school (something he's either been unable or unwilling to do thus far).

I've explained to Connor that this is not a magic potion, and that he can't just rely on the meds to "make" him behave--they will just make it a little easier for him to behave and focus. He's still going to have to do the hard part himself. Hopefully he will recognize this and build some good habits where school is concerned. He's always had the cognitive ability--grades have never been an issue. Now, he'll be able to excel more because his behavior and his ability to concentrate won't be holding him back.



Now for the bad news...

April 11 is looming heavily over me. Today I tried to get a long training run in for the upcoming half marathon. I thought I was actually going to get in 13.1 miles. I have a mental block about this, you see. My training plan never has me running that far until race day. I cannot conceive of going into this race without knowing that I am physically capable of running that distance. So today was going to be my day. The weather was perfect. I was feeling great. I had it in me.

I set out on my run, feeling fantastic.

I got to somewhere around mile 9 and my I-T band flared up. This is the 3rd time this has happened to me. Every time it happens, it's on a long run. Today it happened at the track, but unfortunately, my car was at the park, a good mile or so away from where I was. I was in so much pain I couldn't even walk.

And of course I did not have my cell phone.

Thankfully, some guy that was coming to the track for a run recognized my agony and volunteered to give me a ride to my car. (Yes, I know what you're thinking, and my 5 year old son already yelled at me about riding with strangers...but did I mention that I COULDN'T WALK?!)

I came home and iced and took some ibuprofen. I'm going to see about getting into a doctor tomorrow. I've GOT to get this fixed fast.

I know it's a dumb thing to ask you to pray for, but this means so much to me. So if you can spare an extra prayer, please ask that I can get through the next 3 weeks pain free!!