Well, after sitting still on interstate for over an hour Friday afternoon, we finally made it to our NACD evaluation - a bit late. Mr. Doman was very understanding, though, and the evaluation was nothing short of a success.
He asked a lot of questions about Collin's program and progress, tested some of his responses and his vision, and just generally observed him while we talked. At one point, he said, "Well, I think you might have brought a different kid this time." I almost scooted out of my chair with excitement. He agreed that we have accomplished our two main overarching goals these past 3 months - to get a handle on the balance we want to strike between seizures and medicines and to focus on getting Collin globally more aware and responsive. He was very pleased with the way Collin's processing has improved and we had a thought-provoking conversation about adaptive equipment that I am still thinking through.
We don't have Collin's new program yet, but should be getting it soon. We got a few pointers on some of the activities we will be continuing and have just been plugging along with our old program in the meanwhile.
On a not-as-awesome side note, I wiped out during my second to last training run last night. I was feeling good and making great time, but when I swerved to miss some rotten wood in the road, I wiped out. I mean, totally wiped out. As in, phone 20 feet down the street, iPod disconnected from the headphones and across the road, skinned knee, gravel in the elbow, twisted ankle, fell-straight-forward-but-ended-up-on-my-back kind of wipe out. I did make it home on my own, miraculously, but then things stiffened up and I'm not sure what I'll be doing on race day this weekend. I'm trying not to be too devastated.