Far to tired to type out the day…

Far to tired to type out the day. This is the letter I sent to Keira’s teachers:
Oh what a day!
Last night Keira had the most violent attack of vomiting I’ve ever seen. She went completely limp. I was about to take her to the ER when she started to perk up and then spent 3 hours playing in her room and keeping us all up with her singing. {I wouldn‘t complain if you removed “if you‘re happy and you know it” from your class song collection}
So after dropping Keira off at school, I took her urine in for yet another analyses, gave them a little time to look at it, then called.
The short story is, after explaining to the nurse that my daughter was vomiting so violently she went limp. I was told that “the ‘covering’ Doctor who saw Keira yesterday isn’t in today so we’re not going to do anything until she sees him tomorrow – if it happens tonight take her to the ER. ”
The next time I call, I’m going to inform the nurse, that before she said anything stupid, that I am an Orange Belt and breaking boards with my bare feet is my specialty – imagine what I could do to her ass with my sandals on.
But I digress. I pitched a fit, told them I was coming in and they very quickly set me up with another doctor. I can’t wait until our doctor gets back from vacation.
The doctor we saw today was amazing – she set up blood work for Keira, scheduled an MRI, and explained the possibilities – many of them are not pleasant. We’re hoping it’s simple reflux, but there is a possibility of seizures.
As much as we hate to hear it, it’s a relief that someone is actually doing something.
*sigh*
I’m off to give my brave little trooper a tubby.
Talk soon,