A rash decision

Me as the Queen of Hearts at Bob's Alice in Wonderland tea party birthday.

Bear's rash turned out to be Poison Oak. The doc said poison ivy, but Bear claims he's very allergic to poison ivy so that can't be it. He's taking a mild steroid, continuing to take Benadryl and putting an antibiotic cream on it. She said one spot looked like it was on the verge of getting a staff infection.





I ran by the school to drop off some paperwork I need filled out so Bear can go to a new psychiatrist (that takes Medicaid). I also wanted to complain about the fact that Bear has received no consequences for all the classes he's been tardy to or skipped entirely. The assistant principal (AP) was in a meeting, Bear's casemanager was unavailable. Mr. P an aide in the behavior program had a few minutes.





Just like the counselor yesterday, Mr. P. didn't directly criticise the AP for not giving Bear detention as he'd said he would. He too said he would pass the info along to the AP that Bear needed consequences for his attendance issues.





Mr. P and I were talking about the skipped classes and he told me that on Monday when it was discovered that Bear was not in class, Mr. P searched the school and didn't find Bear. He assumed Bear was with the latest kleenex girl in her car. So he got in his golf cart and drove around the school parking lot, looking in all the cars that looked like hers. He didn't find them, but assumed they'd parked across the street in the YMCA or church parking lot.





About then Bear walked up all sweaty. Mr. P asked him where he'd been and Bear lied. Mr. P told Bear he wanted the truth and he wasn't going to do anything about it. He just wanted the truth. Bear said he'd been out walking around. Mr. P assumes this was mostly a lie too, but thought maybe Bear had walked... across the street to Kleenex Girl's car and spent the time with her there. (She had to be back at school by the last period for In-School-Suspension (ISS).





I actually have another theory. The area around the church across the street from the school is wooded. Bear has poison oak on areas of his body that are not normally exposed (he was wearing jeans and always has his multiple layers of shirts)... so how did he get poison oak on his calves, thighs, lower back and belly (as though his shirts were pulled up a little)?





Hubby wants to confront him.* I don't see much point in this. Plus, I want him to hold off, because I'd like to see if I can get Bear to give me the number for Kleenex Girl's mom. I want to know if Kleenex Girl has Poison Oak too. I DO NOT WANT TO BE A GRANDMA!





More and more frequently Hubby and Bear are getting into arguments. It's starts with Hubby correcting Bear for something, then Bear gets defensive and lies. Which frustrates Hubby (he hates lies). Hubby tries to get Bear to admit the truth. This of course doesn't work, and they both get louder (Hubby doesn't yell. He will raise his voice though. Yes there is a difference!). Bear tries to distract, deflect and defend, and dissociate. Hubby keeps at him.





It bothers all the kids. They remember before Bear went to residential treatment where these arguments escalated to violence (on Bear's part not Hubby). Kitty especially is really getting upset.