Ok, so I can't eat chicken. It's a headache/body itch/intolerance thing. And this post has nothing to do with chicken, really. It's all about the culmination of M2's psych appointment with the pediatrician today so I could get reassurance and hear from the lips of someone who sees A LOT of kids that I'm not making crap up and trying to make my girl into a crazy loon when she isn't.
*I'M* not crazy.
While diagnosis is a dirty word when it comes to bipolar, that's more than likely what the diagnosis will be, especially as she gets older. The doctor said that with our family history/genetics and the total combination of M2's symptoms, that is what the whole picture looks like. We're going to try the ADHD drug Intuniv with her, because the pediatrician said that she's had good luck with it in aggressive ADHD children who don't necessarily have huge attention issues and it may help regulate her moods, which would be a good thing because I don't want her going to kindergarten and beating up her teacher (who happens to be a nun... beating up nuns is generally frowned upon, methinks). Plus, who wants to put their 5-year-old girl on an SSRI or an atypical antipsychotic and deal with the side effects that go with that? Oh, and we're going to be calling the developmental pediatric place in town and making an official appointment with the psychiatrist there to get more of a real handle on medications if the Intuniv doesn't work; if it does, we'll just go in for therapy with the psychologist we've already used for M1.
So that's the plan and the whole shebang in a nutshell.
I'm going to go drink some wine, do some work, and crash. It's been a heckuva ride. Thanks for sticking it out with me.