All Is Well

I'm recovering from a little naughty intestinal virus, and, when you mix that in with my body trying to adjust to the iron and vitamins . . . I got a mess (you didn't)!

I got a phone call from urology early this morning.  Could I bring Christian in at 3pm rather than on the 4th of March?  Yes!  Why, yes I could! 

I got a phone call shortly after that from the high school nurse.  Could I come get Connor?  He's got this bug.  Sure, why not.  Can't let him writhe all over the nurses couch . . . come home and let mama love ya!

All went well at the urology appointment.  His results point to one of two things, so we are going to do some "diary" or "data entry logging" for a week of his "particulars" in elimination and follow up back at the clinic on the 10th of March.  If it's what they think it is, he'll have some exercises to control flow.  Any more information on that and I think he'll slaughter me.  He's twelve after all.  If it's not that, then there is a whole new ball game of monitoring etc..

Answers are coming.  That's what is important.  More important than that:  none of this is life threatening!  THANKS BE TO GOD!


P.S.  do not, I repeat, do not think you are well enough to ingest burger king the first day you think you are better.  i'm just sayin'!