The Lone Ranger & Tonto

( This first part may seem like rehash if you've followed the saga that is Carson's life, but bear with me--there's a tiny twist.)
 The last time we were at court the judge issued a court order for son#2 to see a medical doctor outside of his residential treatment facility. This was because his facility has been lying since March about the treatment of his wounds on his arms from March & April.
After two court orders to provide his medical records as proof he DID in fact see a doctor--not just the psychiatrist on staff--when we went to court last week, the judge had a copy.
Now the court order said Carson's attorney, our attorney, the judge & DHS should all receive Carson's full medical records.
The judge made copies for us all from hers.
By the time I got home that day, the DHS worker called to say she read through his medical records and had NOT in fact seen a doctor outside of Rose Rock.
Now, fast forward to today, where I took a copy of those records with me when I came to take Carson to see a doctor.

After 10 days of me trying to get an appointment with a doctor in OKC for Carson, because no one else had time (You know I have an abundance. Just buckets full.)
DHS finally stepped in & called the doctor and was told we should just take him to urgent care/ER at OU Children's Hospital. I was told this yesterday at 4pm.
So within 12 hrs I had left my house at dark to head to OKC.  DHS had informed HHT **see previous posts for a thorough explanation of what a HHT is or to discover one near you** 
that I would be picking up Carson no later than 8am, and he better be ready to go--he had an appointment off campus I would be taking him to. And our new DHS worker couldn't arrive until 9:30am. The Lone Ranger rides again!!!!!
Amazing how I can do all the "work" stuff for everybody, yet share custody with the state of OK and receive no paycheck.

Ol' Silver and I found our way to the ER at OU Children's which is conveniently 10 mins down the road from Rose Rock, while Tonto ate his cereal happily in the backseat. We check in, right back to a room and I could NOT have asked him to behave any better for me. Which is good since he's 5'7 and weighs 138 now.
I showed anyone who would look old pictures, recent pictures, and obviously the doctor gave him a once over in person all nakey.
She decided to call in the "Abuse Team". I agreed, however the Abuse Team a.k.a. The Justice League, was in a meeting and would be down to see us in 30-45 mins. We wait Kemosabe.

Enter new DHS worker. Good timing to get there when all the fun stuff is about to go down. Why is she here again??
Well, anyway, I like her. She's young. I can mold her. I can teach her. She's a little scared of me.
I like it.
I was friendly but not overly so. Keep the fear intact. I want her a little unsure of what I'll do. Keep her on her toes till I break her in and feel I can trust her.

The Justice League was led by Doctor Brown who I liked IMMENSELY after watching how he talked to Carson--actually the entire staff treated him very well & I only had to tell them things once. We totally got each other and Dr. Brown was not impressed with Rose Rock's "care" of my baby.
DHS worker pipes up, that Rose Rock is currently under an OCA (Office of Client Advocacy) investigation. SCORE!!!!!!!!!!!
They took pictures--Carson also had a green, big, bruise in the middle of his back--and checked him from tip to tail. Even a black hole/puncture mark on his thigh that looks like someone stabbed him with a mechanical pencil. I first found it Memorial day. Still there. Heaven only knows.

Dr. Brown decided on Clindamycian--an oral antibiotic used usually for MRSA/staph infections.
And Bactroban distributed by these super cool giant nicotine looking patches that fit over Carson's arms/wounds. The unusual features about the patches are, they contain SILVER to promote faster healing in burns. And since we have no real definitive proof of how the wounds on his left arm originated, he felt like this would cover all bases. The other cool feature is these patches stay put for a very long time. But should you NEED to pull them off, they will remain sticky to re-apply like say, after a shower. Pretty nifty stuff. Oh and they keep him from being able to pick at his arms.

Dr. Brown & The Justice League are also filing a CH-25 I think he said--don't quote me on that lingo. Which he told me boils down to filing charges of" medical neglect" and "lack of supervision" against the facility caring for Carson. 
SCORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In an attempt to be fair, I will tell you Rose Rock has been applying Bactroban for the past few weeks--how often, I couldn't say. I'd need his full medical records to know THAT. Ahem.
The doctor sent us home with prescriptions and extra patches. We'll see how RRock keeps up with it. THAT is the kicker to me. HOW on earth do we monitor those little boogers?!
Today, I don't care. Today I spent hours with my favorite 14 year old. And today things were done to help my baby. That's all I care about today. The rest I will fight on another day. Tonight The Lone Ranger & Tonto sleep.

Over The River & Through the Woods

Over the river and through the woods to court we go again...
This time was different. Whether it was because I was so utterly exhausted from all the work & mental energy I had put towards Carson/Texas the past 8 months, OR because I just didn't know what to expect. Either way, it was different.
I did not know at all what to expect going in. And for once I didn't prep one little thing.
I didn't have my usual note cards, agenda or even a mental game plan.
My prep this time was a long, hot shower and some Mega Stuff Oreos.

I met up with the DHS worker as soon as I arrived at the courthouse and told her I was sort of hoping someone would be found in contempt of court & go to jail. She said the people at risk wouldn't be in the courtroom. I volunteered to go on the ride-along to get them and I offered to buy lunch.
She laughed. I was pretty serious but, whatever.
The wait was long but our time before the judge was short.
The judge wasn't pleased it took Rose Rock so long to obey two court orders and hand over Carson's medical records.  The DHS worker, Carson's attorney & I were all surprised that the judge had a copy. None of us had received one. And there we were in black & white on the court order to be provided copies.
So I guess it's Rose Rock's way of doing the bare minimum of what they had to, to not end up in jail. But show control by not providing them to anyone else.
AND---the cherry on top?  The medical records do NOT show that Rose Rock has EVER had a doctor see Carson's arms.
Which means they've been lying all along. To DHS, to us, to the judge.
I'm sure you're as shocked by this as I am.

Now, the judge wants DHS/me to take Carson to see an outside doctor this week.
Our new DHS worker has contacted me already this evening and wants me to make the appointment and pick up/take Carson to the appointment.
So there's where we are folks. More shocking examples of the facility not being held accountable and the good guys not having much recourse. This is life. And I find it to be the sucky side.