We're back in the E...E...E...R!

Waking up this morning with a soccer ball hangover was not the exciting story I think S hoped for last night. Her head was heavy, her tummy was upset and her hearing was sketchy. She tried to get her balance and pull things together for school today. But, alas, it was in vain. TCAPS would have to wait. Her chance at perfect attendance for the year was shot. She was in enough pain it didn't matter. As her mom, I seethed. She's worked so hard up to this point and to have it ripped away by some careless guys made me crazy. I know attendance is not everything, but it is something we pride ourselves on here at the ranch. I was a pretty good student, not one who had scholarships thrown at me, but a good student. What the Valedictorian and the Salutatorian did not win at awards day, I did. Perfect attendance for the whole of high school. Yeah, baby. You see where that got me.

Anyhoo, the girl continued the downward slide into wooziness throughout the morning. When she started grabbing the walls to walk and dragging her leg, we made a call to the pediatrician who said, "Uh, get her to the ER for a CT scan. Now.". This was a little on the alarming side. Sooo, we dropped off the boy again and skedaddled to the ER...sigh...again. Here is my handy tip for Wednesday: if planning a trip to the emergency room, 11am is an ideal time. Not a soul in the waiting room. No worries about TB-esque coughs or green children spewing vomit. Because we were needing a CT scan, we got what I have decided to term a "Long Haul" room. We had a tv in there, so we knew we were in there for the long haul. After yet another neuro exam and her BP taken 8 times at least, we had a visit from Pastor Daniel. S was thrilled! It really means a lot to us as parents, but even more to the children, to know that a busy adult has taken time out to check on them. We are so blessed to have the ministers we do. The Dude loving pastor helped cut the stress and bring some levity to stressed out parents and a scared girl.

The CT scan was clear, thank God, and we were sent on our way with Motrin dosages and strict "Brain Rest" instructions. No TV, video games, reading(except for school), physical activity, bright lights. Uh, yeah. Have they met my oldest? If you hear cries of agony or long, slow, heartwrenching moans...just know it is the slow torture of a 10 yr old deprived of major brain stimulation.

We are thankful for all those who called and checked on her or helped us with the kids. It has been a stressful period in our family, but we are still blessed beyond measure. Let's just see if we can stay out of the doctor's offices for a while. For the love of everything holy....please.



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