Why did I have to go and open my stinkin' big mouth?!?!?!
I waited until the end of the week to bring it up. Not that I'm superstitious mind you.
I waited until Jonathan...
Until it wasn't just me.
But Murphy's (freakin') Law. Shortly after (and probably before many even read the below post) I said it out loud that we suspected Vigabatrin was perhaps maybe could be doing something. Possibly. Trevy had a massive (over 40 seizures) cluster. And then later another.
And this is what it feels like to open your big mouth. Saying your hopes out loud. And then watching them crash around you again. It sucks!
But on a happier note. We close next week! And I couldn't resist stopping by our (almost) house since I was in the neighborhood anyway. Pure luck.
I even let the kiddos run around our (almost) yard for a few. I was mid-buckle routine when an oil truck pulled up. I thought surely it was for the neighbors house. But it sure looked like he was on our (almost) property...so I scooted over to be nosey. And sure enough. He was pouring 100 gallons of heating oil into our (almost) tank!
But the thing is...
our (almost) sellers just told us that they were giving us whatever oil was left in the tank!
And they say the Spirit of Christmas is dead!