One of those days

Today was one of those days that had me thinking "And why do I want 2 of these things running around the house?". Joseph was a holy terror at the Dr's office. He was running back and forth screaming about a healthy colon and trying to open all the drawers. When I pulled him over and told him knock it off he started crying and saying "I'm a bad man! That's why you call me Mr Rotten!".

Anyway, it looks like getting Joseph in to see any kind of specialist to get him an "official" diagnosis is going ti be a huge pain in the ass. The one person in St Cloud who does that is not accepting any new patients at this time. That means we'll probably have to see someone in the cities but even that can take up to a year to get in to see someone. The best part is that we won't even be able to get him into a therapist until he's gotten some kind of flippin' diagnosis. The whole thing is so frustrating! I was nearly in tears when his doctor was telling me all this. How can it be so difficult to get someone to look at him and say "This is what you're dealing with and this is how we can help him?" Augh. I'm really in a bad mood now.