So yeah, that happened. And then THAT happened. It has been an awesome week.
Let's check in on the list, shall we?
No one in our house has been sick this year!
KayTar hasn't had an episode all year!
I haven't emailed our pediatrician once this year!
My kids have not been absent from school a single time this year!
KayTar hasn't had to go to the hospital all year!
KayTar hasn't vomited at all this year!
Neither of my children have been to the pediatrician's office this year!
On the bright side, it took until mid-March to get down to last man standing. That's an improvement over years past.
The next time she has an episode, that last one will go bye-bye, too, because we are planning to take her to the hospital for a full workup the next go 'round (as long as she is insured, which is NOT currently the situation). Because, let's face it, there will be a next time. It has been years since she has been evaluated in the hospital for an episode and at that point they were still so short, she was out of the episode before we arrived at the hospital. I know they can't do much of anything to treat her in the hospital that we can't do at home, but we need her to be assessed in the throes of it. Josh and I both feel like we really lost something with this last episode. We lost the idea that she was free from these monsters and it was a tough blow. It is hard to see your kid go through something like that over and over, helpless to save her from it. We're done being patient with the little bastards, though.
I was going to take her back to the butterflies this weekend, but she doesn't want to go. She doesn't want to get sick again. These things were much less heart wrenching before she was so verbal and they already packed the emotional punch of a ton of bricks to the gut.
That's all I've got, folks. This afternoon I have a meeting with the premed advisor. It is happening. Dude.