At dinner time I got a phone call from a local hospital asking permission to do surgery on my 24 year old daughter Caitlyn who lives in a group home south of here. She has Down Syndrome and has been living in a group home for several years.
This is a profoundly MR AA kid who is also extremely self abusive. The lady on the phone wanted my permission to have surgery done on Caitie tomorrow AM. I asked "For what?"
She says, well she has a ruptured eyeball. Huh? And the group home never called me? And how the h*ll did THAT happen?
I said of course I'd give my permission. Then I called her support coordinator who also hadn't been notified by the group home.
They say that she had been rubbing her eye lately. Monday AM she got up and her pupil looked gray, but they sent her to the workshop anyway. The workshop got worried and called them and they finally took her to the eye MD, who says he's pretty sure that she has a ruptured eyeball. He is going to operate in the morning.
So I'll go down there in the AM to sign the permissions...Why do the lives of kids whose situations are already sad have to hurt as well?
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