Make your own Fate

BRAVE- EHRMEGAWD.

Holy crap, my eyes, my brain, my memories of my relatives singing Scots Gallic to me...!
It.Was.Awesome.

Now, in the theatre, we bought tickets to a show so we could get there early, and I was even the first in line to go into the theatre. We get the BEST seats (very back row, directly under the projector) and the kiddos and parents start coming in. No problem at ALL, until the previews start and a couple who came in 10 mins after the showtime decided to sit RIGHTNEXTTOME.
Nope.
"Are these seats saved?"
"Yes, for the people who came on time." Says I.
"No, really, are you saving these seats?"
"That one at the far end of the row is free."
"But, we want to sit here, and there's two seats."
Tashi says LOUDLY [during the previews!] "Fine, you two late comers who disturbed this whole row of people instead of sitting in the empty seats at the bottom of the theatre can sit here. Maybe next time if you arrive ON TIME you won't have a seating issue."

Yes, I told them off. No one in the theatre came to their aid.
Also, out of 3-400 seats, at least half filled with children, there was ONE, one kid- a little girl maybe 4-5 who was chatting at the movie the entire time. Every thing- "Oh mommy, look, treats! Mommy, the Queen! Mommy, she forgot!" etc. The WHOLE movie. Several other parents asked them to quiet, they did not. In fact, the mother was ENGAGING her child, "She did forget, good job!". 300 kids all behaving, but that ONE.

So, I remember why I hate seeing movies, but I also finally saw "The Hobbit" preview, so I know I'll be going to the midnight premiere of that.
[I got two free passes, but they won't work for "Brave"- no new releases.]

Also, I'm pretty sure I was the only person in that audience who could understand Gallic and the brogue one of the Clansmen had.

Wash did not attend the movie- he could not be mature enough today to handle it. I'll try to take him on a weekday, hopefully when there are less kids and other audience/distractions around. He ended up playing with P. the Hospice volunteer, and they played with Wash's LEGOS and KREOS and apparently built Starscream this afternoon. So, he'll see it soon, but I was glad for the chance to watch and really enjoy the movie myself, without having to watch Wash watch the movie and deal with him on top.

He's a lot calmer after getting some time away from me as well; this morning he was really angry with himself, which he took out on me. It was needed for both of us to get that break.

A long day, but a good one. I even ran into some old friends who've moved away, but are back visiting. Hopefully we'll have a chance to have them meet up with Wash again before they leave.

-I plan on playing with my Merida doll tonight.

Survival

So Wash was admitted into the hospital today and thankfully I got to take him home.

We were there for about 4 ish hours; he had his tests and though he did not have a grand mal, he had some seizure/unusual brain activity.

They kept him for observation for a little while after his tests. He had to be taken out in a wheelchair though, afterwards his right side was quite weak with bad neuropathy. He managed to walk to our front door by leaning on me.

He fell asleep when we got home for about 3 solid hours. Our kitten Leto did not leave his side. When we came home he just snuggled up right next to Wash and stayed there; he is still just a few feet away right now. He loves Wash so much, it is really touching.

So, I take from this Wash will have his anti-seizure meds changed - we see his Neurologist next week. His right side has since equalized out mostly, so he feels almost back to his baseline.

At some point, I will have to cry. It's a lot of emotions for me to go through and process and there has not been much in the way to get me relief.

Everything stays the same, and changes at the same time.

-On top of that, we found out today Wash's hospital was robbed; their toy donations stolen. http://www.azcentral.com/news/articles/2011/11/30/20111130phoenix-hospital-toy-donations-stolen-worth.html

We try to donate as many toys as we can afford every year; sometimes only 2, sometimes more. I am ok if I don't get anything, but for the kids in the hospital- once you have spent at least half a month of your direct life living at the hospital, you understand every chance at a good day means a lifetime down there. A Christmas where each kid feels special and loved, magnify it by a million for the people who have to live there. They've lost 90% of the toys.

Even if you are a new or casual reader of my blog here, you know I ask for help for Wash. Well, I'm asking for a little help now too; Dear Reader if you were thinking of doing something for Wash this year, I thank you and encourage it (more on that in a later post). However, if you were going to help me in a personal way, I ask this instead. I'm not a material person, I have gone without before and can do it again. Please donate a toy at our hospital. I might be lucky enough to have decades of Christmasses again, these kids don't. Like Wash, this might be their last.

I'm running on about 5.5 hours of sleep right now. I need a good rest; I have my own doctor visit tomorrow.

Bright side; we have lovely friends who come to help- they bring dinner.