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take a deep breath…cause here we go…

 

 

I’ve been up since 5:30.  Stress wakes me early and plots against my giving up one cuppa coffee a day plans.

 

 

I’ve been stewing at myself too.  I meant to create an EEG social story for Trevy.  Then I found one already created online and meant to read it with him.  I meant to use a doll and Wiki Stix to give him an interactive of what’s happening.  Because I doubt he remembers.  It’s been over a year ago since his last.  And I’m so mad at myself for letting the days slip by until here we are.

 

 

I’m also second guessing our decision to go in-patient rather than home with the EEG.  We’ve done the take home before though.  It was a horror.

 

 

He’s happily running around behind me blowing into Bristel’s recorder.  Which he’s forbidden to use when she’s here.

 

 

And I’m posting.  Wasting the last ten minutes before I take a big breath…to mark our voyage. 

 

 

Here’s to a clean EEG…cause here we go…

 

 

…danielle

Comments

Neurotic Iraqi Mom said…
Yes. Yes it's gonna be a pure pure EEG. Wait and see! Thinking of you both!
July 30, 2012 at 6:11 AM
lisa said…
Best of luck...may the time pass quickly.
July 30, 2012 at 9:58 AM
Anonymous said…
Many thoughts are with you and the Trevy. Hopefully everything will go smoothly. In the event of needing some support, hopefully a ward full of professionals can make it easier for both of you. We are all hoping for a clean EEG and time passing seemingly quickly. And sound sleep for all. Best wishes. CB
July 30, 2012 at 11:34 AM
Mrs. M said…
Praying for you both!
My friends little guy pretends he's a robot during EEG.
Do you have pics on your phone you can show him?
July 30, 2012 at 1:05 PM
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