Especially when you have to cross bridges to get ANYWHERE.
Very LARGE bridges.
The crests of which I inevitably get stuck at. Speaking of...why is it that at the tippity tops of our bridges...the railings always open up? To reveal an eagle's eye view of the white capped depths below?
I HATE that.
And sure enough...in route to Dr. Pedi yesterday...they must have seen me coming cause traffic ground to a halt at the top of the Mt. Hope Bridge. Where I felt less than Hope-ish. My palms gushing my nerves onto the steering wheel for a good 15 (felt like forever) minutes.
Not just things medical bring out my cowardly lion. Heights do too!
Grabbed an iced coffee and chocolate cream filled to settle my nerves on the way. And we arrived on time...in one piece. Of course.
Dr. Sick-Visit-Pedi breezed in chart in hand. Glanced down. Then at Trevy. Then said...
"He has a history of Infantile Spasms?"
Surprise and speculation in her voice. We get that a lot. It's a surface thing.
"He's high functioning (hate it...but what else is there?) so it's deceptive....but yes he has 100s of seizures a day. And now that you mention it...could you pass on to our normal Dr. Pedi that he's scheduled for a subtotal hemispherectomy for me?"
Without batting an eye-lash (which caused to me bat my own!) she assured me she would. Wished us good luck! And then proceeded to check his ears. Which after several days of fussing Dr. Mommy had finally concluded must be infected.
And was right. Where's my certificate to frame and hang on my wall?
The non-verbal thing can be so hard to navigate sometimes. Especially when the body doesn't give any clues...like fevers or drainage. And I'm forced to read the fussies alone.
One dose of antibiotic later...and he's a completely different kid!
And may we make it through the next month with better sleep...less fussies...and NO crossing of Mount Hope Bridges!