WTF?!?
The doctor is on vacation all week! So, when the hell do we get to hear if my kid’s brain is all cattywampus and Abby Normal (name the movie that was in) or if it’s just messed up like a normal nearly 11 year old’s should be? I am not a patient person. I wanted the ultrasound to tell me if my kids were boy babies or girl babies. I used to gently peel open presents found under colorfully decorated dead evergreen trees to find out what was in them and then re-wrap them so no one was the wiser…I DON’T LIKE WAITING.
Sure, it has given me some more time to be fine with whatever news we get. But I am ready to get the news and move on with whatever it means. It either means nothing or it means less meds. It may mean less meds regardless of what is going on because maybe fewer meds would still work even if there is some seizure activity going on. I’m tempted to call the boy’s regular pediatrician to see if he’ll tell us what he sees. We do see the boy’s neurosurgeon next Friday….only 9 days away. Since the boy’s surgery that doctors only job is telling us what the blurring things are in the MRI pictures. Maybe he can also read squiggly lines on an EEG.
Ugh.
Oh, do you like the word cattywampus? I heard it for the first time the other day at United Blood Services when one of the bloodletters was trying to figure out where the hell my vein was to stab me and suck my blood out. The things I do to keep my Karma good!
