To B12 or Not to B12?

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We are pulling out the big guns for this round of Project: Recover Salem from Aspergers Syndrome. I administered his first Methyl B12 injection last Friday.
The initial attempt was a total train wreck. The needle bounced off his backside and bright red blood came squirting out, and at that point remembered why I studied music rather than nursing. He was screaming. I was screaming. Even after he had dried his eyes and was sitting down again happily exploring his new Mr. Potato Head app, I was still shaking and rehearsing my poking technique on the nearest grapefruit. This was also the day I made up with my half empty bottle of 5-HTP (which I now affectionately refer to as 5-Have-To-Poke my son three days a week) and asked it to be my Valentine twice a day with a meal. So, between Salem and I, we’ve got all sorts of mood enhancers flowin’ every which-a-way which is more than I can say for the grapefruit. Today is Monday which means another injection. I don’t know who is the bigger baby about this, him or me? I have lied awake with a giant 4 year old sleeping on my chest for the past 45 minutes trying to come up with every possible deceptive scenario to somehow distract him from the inevitable. So far, the best idea I’ve come up with is to pull his shirt over his head during the final verse of Going on a Bear Hunt and then tell him he must have bumped into a porcupine while he was in the bear cave. Yes? These are the moments when I have to wonder. When God was dealing out cards, did He toss mine across the Poker Table of Life and laugh to Himself thinking, “this outta be rich?” Wish me luck. We’re goin’ on a bear hunt. We’re gonna catch a big one.

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