That's right, Fiona has developed some seriously awful sleeping habits. I am not sure what to do with her. Thanks heavens, for me, she has been torturing Moe. Starting, usually, around 3am, she wanders in and says I want to come in and sleep with you. A few weeks ago, I think she had some serious nightmares. This I understand. I want her to be able to crawl in bed with someone if she is truly scared. What I don't want is her wandering through the house turning on Buttercup's light, waking up Moe, standing next to my side of the bed staring at my face until I wake up.
I talked to her oncologist last month. It's seriously been going on that long. She wasn't much help, kind of like, well I am an oncologist first, not so much a pediatrician. Lucky for Fiona we have another unscheduled trip to the doctor on Friday, this time to remove her staples, and I will try to talk to her real pediatrician.
Speaking of which, she finished her antibiotics today. It's sad how quickly we got back into the routine of feeding her pills. I didn't offer to bribe her this time. I figured she owed me for it. The line is really secure and the scar doesn't look like it will be too bad. Besides, who doesn't have some sort of childhood bike scar?
As for me, I got in to see the doctor, who recommended an ultrasound, not a big shock. I have to wait until next week to get it. The pain isn't too bad, it's like having medium cramps all of the time. I just go about my business, even the Y. I am just not running anywhere any time soon. Then I will have to see what the surgeon says.
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You are super-human. I'm walking around with medium type cramps and I alternate between feeling stabby and fully entitled to an unlimited supply of chocolate. (Okay, sometimes I have both feelings at the same time.)
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