Hello, I am a little boy who only sees right with his heart...
Which doesn't make my parent's daily life any easier. So I'm blind and different (mentally speaking).
This blog was born in french during autumn 2003 and is now progressively being translated in your language.
New articles will therefore appear on a regular basis.
DISCLAIMER
... my apologies to the people who hadn't understood this yet, all articles on this website are created and written by myself (his dad).
Lou is currently unable to do it,, just like he is to this day unable to grasp the concept of a "computer", "internet", or to focus for a long period of time on a conversation. Only time will tell us if we manage to integrate him completely in the world in which he lives.
Therefore all stories, despite relating actual facts, are obviously biased by my interpretation of his behavior. But having known him for over five years, I don't think I'm getting it wrong.
Thank you to the "Roi Baudoin" foundation ( "Parcours hors pistes" ). The new design, hosting and translations were partially made possible by their financial support.
Many thanks to Marco Pappalardo et Laetitia Bouet for the translation.
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wednesday 25 may 2005
98. Hygiene... is Little Dog Courage's business !
(or how to change the subject of the conversation)
I'm a smart guy. When I do something wrong and I'm being yelled at (and being called by my first name), I fix it by telling them to talk to Little Dog Courage about that problem ! So two days ago I forgot to ask to go to the restroom to pee. About that, I should say I'm almost "clean" : except for a few accidents, I ask to go to the restroom like a big boy. Even the potty, like on the picture, is history. At night, it's still a bit complicated for me. So I still wear a diaper to sleep. I have to say my nasty diabetes doesn't make it easier (without medication my body doesn't retain water, which comes out of me almost as quickly as it got in). So I need 0.05 ml of a drug injected through my nose with a tiny tube / measuring cap, morning and evening, which is transmitted to my organism through the mucous membranes of my nose. A simple cold or a sneeze within 5 minutes of the injection and the drug doesn't workproperly (or not at all), and then (about eight hours later) I turn into a clone of the Manneken Pis (note : famous statue in Brussels of a boy urinating) ! But myself and my parents are well used to all this : every morning starts with the "little tube" like a ritual, a habit...
