Crawled back to bed this morning, exhausted, and was kind of slumbering when the phone rang. It was Vicki, LB’s teacher. Charlie’s Angels were going to visit him this afternoon and she’d just had a call from a nurse at the unit. Could they talk about LB returning to school?
WOW. WOW. WOW. That.is.amazing. Back to school????
The highs and lows of the last few weeks are indescribable. Three sections in as many minutes and now back to school??? Fanbloodytastic. Vicki told the nurse a bit about LB when he was Laughing boy, before he became withdrawn, distressed and eventually aggressive. They’re going to discuss a return to school after Easter.
I rang the nurse. They’d had the team meeting yesterday, done their baseline assessment over the past five days and will now start to get to the root of the problem. In the meantime the team think he needs to get active again, rather lying around all day.
I’m beginning to seriously love that unit.
Time for me to crack on with work now. I’ve got some cakes to bake later. And a load of other stuff to catch up with. Happier times indeedy.
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