My Kid is a Damn Nutter

[Clodfobble]

I'm very emotionally ambivalent about the last two days.

By some accident of calendar cramming, yesterday was both the day we started Minifob on the liquid diet, and his checkup with the neurologist, who hasn't seen him since April.

I was stoked about the neurologist appointment. Because this is a guy who, while not a sanctimonious know-it-all like the pediatrician, did waffle on the possible effectiveness of the GFCF diet when I told him we had (just barely) started Minifob on it last time we saw him. So I was very excited to bring him back and show him our amazing progress.

But we didn't even get to see him. The assistant lady (I don't know exactly what she is, but it's somewhere between the nurses who take your height/weight and the doctor himself) was suitably impressed with his gains, and asked a lot of interested questions about his dietary stuff... and then said that was pretty much it, we didn't need to come back unless something drastically changed. As if they saw this all the time, as if they hadn't told me 6 months ago that this wasn't going to make a difference. She just smiled and shrugged and said, "Whatever you're doing, it's working, so my advice is don't change anything." Maybe she was sparing me any discouragement from her humbug boss living in denial, or maybe she was protecting him from me.

But at any rate, Minifob's no longer a viable candidate for any of the neurological drugs routinely prescribed for autistic kids. Good to know.

Meanwhile, the liquid diet's going okay. He's not enjoying the drink mix, but he's willing to bargain individual swallows of it for things like another 5 minutes on SesameStreet.org, or another blow on the bubble wand. And when he isn't being specifically reminded about food, he's been in a really stellar mood. He's not making it as hard on me as his sister did, not by a long shot.

Anyway, I finally got around to putting together a new progress video last night. Mr. Clod made fun of me for the final title screen, ("You don't have to go all Oprah about it...") but I told him he could bite me.