I only have a couple of minutes, so this is going to have to be quick. But, for those of you not on Facebook (um, Dad), yesterday went something like this …
For the last ten minutes Brooke has been talking to Kiki – telling her not to worry, that it will all be okay, that the EEG won’t hurt and that the ‘eeger’ will be very nice. She just told her that she promises to stay with her the whole time and that they will be brave together. #ImaginaryFriendsRock
She handled the EEG like a rock star. I’m not going to call it easy, but she managed it better than I ever could have hoped. Miss Barbara, the eeger was indeed a very nice lady, and was even receptive when I told her as nicely as I could manage that she really, really had to stop the constant barrage of words that she was throwing at my kid. So there was that.
As those of you who have been through this know, the removal of the leads can be the toughest part. It’s not comfortable and it’s not quick. As Miss Barbara struggled with one in particular, Brooke let out a yell. Of all of the invectives that she may have chosen to invoke, the one that she came up with might be my all time favorite line. She screamed, “Great googly moogly!” Yes, it’s from Maggie and the Ferocious Beast. Yes, it may well be the cutest thing that one can possibly yell when at the end of one’s rope.
When all was said and done, it was time to head home. We thanked Miss Barbara and the rest of the staff, gathered our belongings and ran for the hills.
Once home, there was some wrangling to do with the hospital – back and forth between neurology and our pediatrician and all that fun stuff that happens when bureaucracies get in the middle of things and the people making decisions are well, not the ones who should be making decisions. When our pediatrician called to tell me that she was frustrated and couldn’t get neurology to even call her back no less do what she was asking them to do, I took over. Funny, it’s fixed now.
Once we’d done what we needed to do, we laid down. And one of us fell immediately to sleep.
Now, we wait. We’ll sit down with the neurologist on Monday and try to put the puzzle together. Fingers crossed that we’re looking at a migraine and nothing more.
In the meantime, to all of those in Nemo’s path, well, just keep swimming.
Thanks for being here through all this, my friends. It’s everything.