Monday, May 16, 2011

Giraffes Are Always Late

Today was my monthly "medication monitoring" appointment with my psychiatrist. Honestly she's one of my favorite doctors (shh... don't tell her). So I'm in the little upstairs waiting room, which is outside the inpatient adolescent unit and I'm looking, for the 472nd time, at this:

I'd love to hear YOUR opinion on it. Eustice said it made him dizzy.

Eustice announced it was past time for him to have some therapy too. Amazingly there was a new group starting today:


The giraffe got there after I took the picture. I was afraid taking a second picture would be TOO obvious. I have no idea what they talked about. I'm really confused about the bus... I mean, was the bus there for therapy, or was it the driver or the kid that's planking in the back of the bus? Eustice wouldn't tell me, "group rules" he said.

Friday, May 13, 2011

A little Sake Goes A Long Way

Eustice tried to post to the blog himself, but it didn't work out so well. He's kinda annoyed with me for not posting about going out for sushi. After we went for a tilt table test I decided we deserved sushi. What is a tilt table test? It's a test where a cardiologist and a mess of nurses put you on a table that stands you up (at like a 70% to 80% angle) and then they take your blood pressure every minute and give you drugs and watch you black out. Then they quickly make the table flat so you wake up while they're shoving oxygen on your face and feeling like someone just tried to drown you.  Terribly exciting for them... not so fun for me.

Which is why I totally deserved sushi. We have a great little sushi fusion place here in the oddest location. It shares a parking lot with a somewhat dumpy pay-by-the-week-motel. For years we drove past thinking they must stay open by laundering drug money... but thanks to yelp we discovered that it's just good sushi. I mean, they could still be doing something hinky, but the sushi is good and it's always crowded. Crowds are not Rob's favorite thing, so it's important that we order good sake right away and get Rob drunk.

Eustice checks out the ahi and salmon
This is the first time we've gone for Sushi since learning about my gluten issues. Bonus for me... they served me a dish of fresh wasabi! Eustice was very interested... I think because it's green. I told him not to eat from the bowl. I reminded him what happened when he tried the fresh chilies at the Vietnamese restaurant.

We ordered a big bottle of sake for Rob and of course poured for the sushi chefs involved in the real wasabi. Our first order, a plate of sashimi, reminded me of why you always pour for the sushi chef! 
oh yummeh thick slices of fishies... Eustice ate up all the shredded daikon

Around this time Rob started letting Eustice drink sake. There is a good chance Eustice likes sake better than beer. It does not take a lot of sake to get a little sheep drunk. 

Eustice also sampled some of the 1/2 price happy hour sushi Rob ordered... and more sake... and the next thing I know.... 

I told him not to eat the wasabi from the dish!
Maybe someday he'll listen to me... although I doubt that will be anytime soon. Eustice's solution to wasabi fire breath was more sake. On his way back to me he picked up the "carrot scepter of wasabi triumph" but it suddenly became a hat before I got a picture of him waving it around.

I think he was thinking about trying the wasbai again here.
Before I could stop him he was drunkenly weaving down the sushi bar singing something about how wool doesn't burn. He got too close to the edge, fell off and skittered all the way across the floor of the restaurant into the wall under a table. It took us a minute to find him and I was in a rush to retrieve him before anything too embarrassing happened so I didn't get any pictures of that at all. He's just lucky there wasn't any gum down there.

Before we left of course there was posing with the hostesses...



Eustice says that I should write that I pushed him off the bar. So I'm writing it. Because he's looking. But I'm not the one that was drunk. I was the designated driver.