One more day of finishing up the 48 hour test. It takes forever doesn't it? Trust me. You don't want to talk to me right now. I've spent two days scrounging up food, neglecting hygiene, and sleeping on a jack knife sofa covered in plastic. Plus, I'm pre-posting this anyway. If I know me, I will be nervous right now. At 9:00 AM I will troop away from the VEEG center. Chickadee will have a combination of Dental cleansing paste mixed in with paper mache glue and a bit of "conditioner" that the techs try to help things out with. It usually sticks up like a good Southern bouffant, but since we're going for double the hours we might get up to a beehive quality pouf. Hopefully on Monday, I'll feel like typing about the results. I'm not so sure from this end of the tunnel. Please pray for me. That we can handle the seizure meds if she's having seizures, and that the neurologist will listen to me and keep her off them if she's n...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.