It seems to run in famalies and I noticed it on my father, just a few years ago.  His hands and forearms appeared to have been severely burnt or something - that's what my first thought was when I saw it.  He explained to me that it was the same thing Michael Jackson had....and was why he was so "white".  It was a little disturbing, but he said it didn't hurt and he just had to be very careful whenever he was going to be out in the sun because virtually ALL of his pigment and therefore natural protection  had been destroyed by his own body....it's an auto-immune disease.  I discovered my first 2 white "patches" last night and freaked out a little bit.  After doing a little more research tonight....I'm even more freaked out.  If it stays on my hands and arms - like it has on my father - I can deal with it....but if it does what it does frequently.....spreads to the face.....that may be a tad harder to deal with.  I'm not a vain person......but my FACE? 

 

 

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 This, that and the other:  We took Quinton back to the doctor Wednesday - to his Pediatrician.  I thought maybe his medication may have been started developing a bad reaction in him - or maybe he needed more - or something else.  We've been video taping his irrational and extreme behavior - which has gotten so much worse over the past few weeks.   I couldn't handle it anymore - something is so not right.  The Pediatrician is sending us to a Child Psychiatrist - she thinks he's Bi-Polar.  Not only Bi-Polar - but says for it to manifest at such a young age - it's probably severe and going to be a life long illness that will always have to be treated with medication.  It brought me to tears.  Still does if I think about it for too long.  Then I remind myself that he hasn't been diagnosed by the Psychiatrist yet.  She says she has 2 other patients - as young as him - with the same thing that are being treated very successful.  That's my only hope - that somehow - we can get him to an even keel - so that we can enjoy him again - because right now - we're not.  I know that sounds terrible - not very Mother-like - but I'm being honest.  I love him very much - I just want my son back - and this wild thing he's become to just go away.  He still has his sweet moments - they are just getting fewer and farther between.  Like anything else - the good would equal out the bad - or at least would help - but now it's way lopsided.  I hate that he has to be on anything.  I hate that he can't go to pre-school because he asks to all the time.  I hate that I'm not more paitent.  I pray for help - but God helps those that help themselve's - so that's what I'm doing - the only way I know how.

January 6th. was the soonest I could get him in anywhere.  I had to call several doctors before I found one that was accepting new patients and that was covered under our insurance  (and that's a wee bit of a joke since they won't cover anything for mental health until we've spent $1500.00) - the 6th was the soonest I could get him in.  The pediatrician is supposed to be contacting them to see if she can get that moved up at all.  *crossing fingers*

 

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