Medically-Induced OCD?

There's one medicine that Wil takes that is like a miracle drug. It eliminates his leg pain and allows him to be able to walk and stand and sit upright. The upsides are obvious. Our nosy neighbors probably don't even suspect that anything is wrong when they see him hopping in and out of a driver's seat of our car like it's nothing. He's able to drive himself around now because he feels so great on this particular med that he doesn't have to take any of the narcotics that our livelihood depended on last week. Since last Friday, when he first started the medicine, Wil's been a busy nesting bee. The house is always cleaned and orderly and there's never a basket of dirty laundry to speak of. Let me tell you that is not anywhere in the realm of normal in this house. We have a toddler who has a tornado effect on anything and everything in her path, but you probably will never be able to tell because her father is practically walking behind her picking up whatever piece of toy she just tosses. It was nice for a few days when I didn't have to lift a finger to do anything around the house, but it became obvious quickly that something was not quite right with my live-in Martha Stewart. During the day Wil was just all too chipper and hyper for someone wearing a back brace and he would stay up nearly all night reorganizing the pantry and our storage area in the basement. He does all of these things with a crazy high in his eyes. I think he just dismissed me as being over reactive when I woke up and started loudly screaming at him for moving an armoire up from the basement and our hallway bench downstairs--all by himself--while the rest of us were asleep. This is a man who couldn't stand on his own feet just a week ago, mind you. He finally realized that something was off while he was at the food court by himself yesterday and kept adjusting his food tray and its liner because they weren't exactly at 90˚. As it turns out, the medicine, which is often used to treat Obsessive Compulsive Disorder amongst many other things, can actually cause a user, who does not have the condition, to start exhibiting symptoms of OCD and become hyperactive. How do you like that predicament? He spoke to his 1SG, who was prescribed the same med a while ago for his back issue, and he told Wil that, while he was on the medicine, he took to wallpaper a room and dug a new space to hide all the wires and pipes in one night. I'm going to hide all the paint and brushes just in case. Oh, one more thing. He had a rather unpleasant test done in Urology on Tuesday to reveal that the nerve damage from his back issue is affecting his bladder control. This is not entirely a surprise, although I really don't want to find out anymore what other organs are also affected and not doing so hot. This surgery can't come soon enough.

I don't like that our blog just gets more depressing with each update, so here's a video to offset that. Chase spotted this hat while we were at a baby flea market, and she immediately snatched it and refused to remove it from her head. I'm not sure what the fascination was but it's worth more than a quarter or two we spent on it to keep her happy while I sorted through boxes of new-to-her clothes. Last night as we were getting her ready for bed, she saw the hat in her dresser and started running around the house with it. And her first nickname, Chimpy Chase, should have prepared us for her turning every single thing in the house into a jungle gym, but it really doesn't. She's literally inches away from being able to reach our chandelier once she climbs up on the dinning room table. And to think that I was ever worried about my late-walker child. For some reason, I just can't post pictures right now, and it looks like it's a known Blogger issue. Grandmas take note--I tried.

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