So I'm pretty new at this blogging thing, we'll see how long I last at it. Today we've been gearing up for another Dr's appointment. It's Stina's turn today but I feel pretty hopeful about this visit. Since my spinal tap came back negative for MS, we've been struggling between feelings of gratitude and frustration. Obviously happy that I don't have MS, but no one seems to be able to really figure out what is wrong with me. They all seem to agree that yes, there is something wrong, but what it is and how to treat me are proving very elusive.
Sean and Alex are busy as usual today, so thank goodness for T Beeza (Aunt Lisa) who will be taking over for the afternoon while I'm off to see the "wizard!"
Speaking of Sean, he decided to try and reprogram one of his little computer games today. Something I thought was beyond the skills of a four year old. HAH, he was successful! Welcome to Asperger's/Autism people, a little rough around the edges socially but scary smart. What is a mom to do!
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Hi Missy Chrissy et al,
I hope you're all doing well. You all look so happy. The boys are so big! They grow so fast, don't they? Didn't I ever tell you not to feed them fertilizer? :) Give Chaos and Havoc belly rubs for me.
I'm sorry you're having health issues. I'll keep you in my prayers and hope you receive an answer. Not knowing what you may have is the scariest part; at least once you know, you'll be able to create a plan of action to defeat whatever it is.
On my end: I lost my job in February but it's the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm dutifully looking but in the meantime and taking advantage of my free time. My garden has never looked as good as it does now. I feel better than I ever have. I'd forgotten how nice it was to feel relaxed.
There was a blessing in losing my job: It's allowed me to spend more time with Fred, especially when he had his triple hernia surgery at the end of May. And, it allowed me to give Tigger umpteen hours of laptop before he died.
Tigger died on May 27th; the day after Fred's surgery. We thought he had a virus. I think the vets suspected it was more but they couldn't say without an ultrasound. Unfortunately, he was too sick and we ended up having him put to sleep. The odd thing is that I think he knew he was going; he was very relaxed. Now he's chasing butterflies in green fields somewhere and napping in every little warm, sunny spot in the universe.
Well, look at the time; I need to get dinner ready. :)
Take care,
Lil
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