friday february 10.

First thing in the morning I made a mail to that new psychologist of Stef.
Last year June Stef got accepted at the department of psychoatry to get diagnosed and up till now we only know for sure he has ADD.
But there's still no written report and so no special support at school because of it.
We're still waiting for a positive diagnosis on an Asperger or any other autism spectrum disorder.
His psychiatrist knows nothing about it at all, and has made me rather mad at her and Stef very annoyed.
We now feel we're send for tests that have nothing to do with a good diagnosis, but everything with the research at the department and with keeping new students bussy.

An hour later I had him on the phone.
Woohooo is he a smooth talker. He sure has his way with words.
But I've been a lecturer of researchtechniques and -methodologies at the university, so when he said something that fitted my idea I jumped right on it, leaving him no way than the honest one.
Yes, it was all for the benefit of research and future diagnostics, but of no help for Stef.
Except for the intelligence test.

He got rather irritated we were not informed that it was research and not diagnostics he was dealing with, so we wonderfully agreed.

Well, Stef and I don't mind taking part in research, as long as we're informed.
So Stef will go next tuesday.

After that I called my doc to get the results of some tests.
Like I thought my kidneys are becoming a concern. Nothing serious yet, but soon it will be.
Well, try to keep your blood pressure down with my kids. And the diabetes is a real problem. Hardly a balance.
We both agreed to accept the high morning/fasting values of 8.8.
She agreed with lowering the lipitor with a half. Good.
She didn't say anything about not ciming in last time.

Then I rushed to a birthday, where my little gift was accepted with enthousiasm.

The rest of the day was spend with making soup. A special kind: peas. A national specialty and a local one in my house too. LOL!

Just when I was about to sit down for a moment I got a call from Jim: call back that woman psychiatrist.

I first took a cup of coffee. I don't want to deal with her on the phone.

When I called her she told me that the mail to the psychologist had been a point of discussion with her supervisor.
She wanted to explain... and started stuttering.
Can't explain not holding on to ethics and laws....

So I took over the conversation (again), otherwise we would have been on the phone for another 6 months. LOL!

She first wanted to deny she didn't inform us that it was research and not diagnosis she has send Stef to.
"No need to deny. I asked you straightforward if he would be taking part in research and you denied and told me it was all for the benefit of diagnosis."
"That was not my intention."
"I'm sorry, I'm not buying that. One way or another you have been acting wrong.
If you were ill-informed yourself or if you where lying.
Do you know that you're putting your whole carreer on the line and if i file a complaint against this you'll never ever get a job somewhere?
Going against ethics and law is a very serious offence in the profession."

That woman is soo stupid and I don't know how she ever got through exams.
Her knowledge is below minimum, her communicationskills are almost non-excistent, she's not honest and she's just stupid.

Again I told her that 5 months for a diagnosis is far too long, especially at the age of Stef and that this has resulted in him getting no support at school this year.
And that on top of this, support next year is endangered too, ads we need a report now!!! Meaning yesterday!!
"I didn't know that"
Oh yes, you did. We have told you that several times, It's in the application and it's in the mail I've written this morning.
"As soon as the testresults are in I'll start writing my report."
"And when will that be?"
"In about 5 weeks."
"You are not able at all to tell me it takes 5 weeks to score a WAIS! Even when you have to read the booklet twice and get someone to help it takes a couple of hours at most. Otherwise I'll score it myself and send you the results instead of the other way around.
But to make things clear. That psychologist will score and interpret the thing and he knows he has to work fast on it. I've spoken with him about it this morning."
But I thought to wait for the results of the research, so I can make a better decission if it's Asperger or PDD-NOS.
You are going to use single raw researchdata to support a diagnosis? They're not meant for that! That's another unethical decision!
I can't believe how you're dealing with this all.
You still don't have a diagnosis, have you?"
"No, I thought to use the research data to support a diagnosis and to give some help on what kind of support or therapy to choose."
"I didn't ask for a treatment plan at all. I asked for a written report, a diagnosis on ADD and Asperger, because we needed a psychiatrist to sign off a diagnosis.
You'd better decide on a diagnosis."
"I will."
"No-o-o-o, you do it NOW!
You either decide if you have grounds to accept a diagnosis of Asperger, or you conclude you have not enough support and choose for PDD-NOS.
Stef nor I care what it'll be, but we need a report now.
And to inform you, the diagnosis has already been made."
"yes?"
"Your supervisor did during the few minutes he bothered to see Stef."
"Oh!"
"So you only have to speed up the results of the IQ test and write the report the way the commission of indication needs it to be."
"And how do they need it to be?"
"You can call them and ask."
"You can do that and inform me."
"Oh no, I'm not going to do your job."
But I did the job of her supervisor and told her about the way the ministery of education has arranged application for special support at school, etc etc.
"Then I'm going to ask my supervisor if I can write that report."
I swallowed my comments on that. LOL! But I think it's time that supervisor does his job properly and speed matters up, even if it means he does the writing.
Well, I can't arrange that, but I will make a letter stating what we talked about today and send it to the department to confirm the conversation.
I'm getting sick of all this!

It was a relief to sit down and watch the opening of the olympic games.
But relaxing those hours didn't seem to be enough.

I slept as bad as can be and woke up with a proper migraine.

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thursday february 9.

At times it snowed a bit, but it didn't stay. And at times it rained really bad.
Added: the fiercefull wind, and it turned out to be a cold day, with wonderful clouds.

I tidied up the secretaire in my bedroom.
It's not used on a daily base. Mainly used to store things out of the way of the children.
Ofcourse it took more time than necessary, as so many things went through my hands, leaving a memory.
I ended up with the photo's of Jenny, my little daughter who unexpectedly died 30 hours after birth, in 1987.
To my surprise I found the few hairs I have from her near the photobooklet. So now they're in it.

Last week I thought it would be wise to look for them and put them with the photo's.
The hairs were in the attick!!!!
None can have taken them, as none knows where they were and where I wanted them.
Well, things like this happen.

Tried to call this new psychologist of Stef to re-schedule the appointment. All I got was the secretary of the department telling me that he wasn't working that day and that I had to catch him in person as she didn't make his appointments.

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