I’ve been waiting for this week for what feels like eternity. This week I might finally get some answers. I might know a little more about little man that could help me, help him.
Monday: Early steps assessment at our house. We already see a private PT, but additional PT surely won’t hurt.
Tuesday: EEG. My only concern here is we have to bring him tired and hungry. HA.
Wednesday: a nice, break.
Thursday: MRI. The long awaited MRI.
Friday: Physical Therapy
When we saw the neurologist a week ago, she started to explain to me what an EEG was and I stopped her to let her know that I knew. I know exactly what the purpose of the EEG is. And you know what I realized? I don’t want to know.
I don’t want to know what an EEG is. I don’t want to know the difference between an MRI and CT scan. I don’t want to know how to relieve/treat torticollis. I don’t want to know the ins and outs of GERD and what medications work. I don’t want to know the motions to go through to help your child poop. I don’t want to know any of this crap.
I really hope things start looking up. I feel so alone. I’m a pretty realistic person and living in the fantasy world of an optimist is making me doubt my strength.
Good luck to little man this week. Good luck to us.