If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Am I right?
The past couple of weeks have felt like a constant stream of medical stuff. Because they were.
Last Monday, I took little Faith down to St. Paul to see a pediatric gastroenterologist. She’s had some months of digestive issues that have landed her in two ER’s and one admission to Children’s Hospital in Minneapolis. I made mention on facebook a couple of times, but I haven’t blogged about any of it yet, because, well, seriously, remember how I never wanted to have THAT blog?
First there was the asthma stuff, then came the cancer stuff, and in the meantime we’ve also got a toddler with mystery tummy issues, a young teen with joint pain and a cyst in his wrist that looks like it will require surgery, and a mom with narcolepsy (seriously, who actually gets diagnosed with narcolepsy?! me, that’s who…) and a long history of headaches and chronic joint and muscle pain.
It seems like there’s always something medical going on. Because there is. But I don’t always blog about it. But this week I will…
So, the gastroenterologist asked about her history, ordered several blood tests, and ordered a barium x-ray of her entire digestive tract. He also wrote prescriptions for an antacid and for some Zofran to keep on hand so hopefully she won’t keep ending up so dehydrated and needing IV fluids each time the incessant-vomiting-for-days-on-end starts up.
The x-rays were scheduled to be done at Children’s in Minneapolis, since we’re already so familiar with the place. Since we happen to be there every Thursday for Ian’s Physical Therapy and Occupational Therapy, I figured it’d be nice and convenient to save an extra trip down, so we scheduled little Faith’s appointment for last Thursday, early enough to hit an annoying amount of morning rush hour traffic that we usually avoid. Oh, well, you win some, you lose some.
Faith did amazingly well with the whole thing. She drank the toxic sludge like a champ. Throw chocolate on just about anything and she’ll gobble it right up. She laid nice and still for the pictures and let them roll her around for all of the different angles they needed. Pretty impressive for a 2-year-old. The images didn’t show anything concerning, praise the Lord! Not that we expected them to, but at this point we’re really looking for anything that might be causing her issues.
She’s been tested for heavy-metal poisoning, basic food allergies, something having to do with her liver, and had the entire gluten sensitivity panel run, all coming back normal.
The gastroenterologist brought up abdominal migraines and cyclical vomiting, which don’t really come with any answers, but the up side of that is that they don’t come with any bad answers. We’ve had enough bad answers to last us a lifetime, thank-you-very-much.
After Faith’s imaging studies on Thursday, and after Ian finished up his weekly PT & OT, we headed over to see Ian’s ophthalmologist for another follow-up visit regarding his eye surgery and the attempt to correct his double vision. The two images are closer together now, but there are still two of them. At this point, it’s uncertain whether or not Ian would be benefited by a pair of special prism glasses. The eye doc put a temporary prism sticker on one eye of his sunglasses and told him to try that for a couple of weeks to see if his brain will start to correct his vision more…
I asked about vision therapy, which the neurologist we recently brought Ian to recommended. He isn’t sold on it (it’s slightly controversial), but said that if Ian doesn’t find any relief from the prism attempt, that he would write up a recommendation for vision therapy so we could attempt to get it covered by insurance.
So that was last week.
This week started out with a lovely visit to my new favorite chiropractor for an adjustment, well, make that several adjustments, and some muscle work on my neck and shoulders. That felt wonderful and pretty much made me wish we had a gazillion dollars and a spare room for a live-in chiropractor and massage therapist. Wouldn’t that be awesome?!
Ehem, back to reality. On Tuesday, I brought Jaron down to meet with an orthopedic surgeon at Children’s in Minneapolis (we really are far too familiar with that place), thinking we were going to be setting up a surgery date to remove the cyst in his wrist that has been bothering him more the past few months. After a few questions, and letting them know about his frequent complaints of muscle cramping and joint pain, in multiple joints, most recently the worst in his hips, he ended up with a couple x-rays, some blood work, and an order to start Physical Therapy. And we’re holding off on the wrist surgery.
I have to admit, it was kind of funny watching his facial expressions when they asked him to slip into those paper shorts and then proceeded to poke and prod and bend and flex his ankles, knees, hips. wrists, elbows, and shoulders. Not what he was expecting since we went there to discuss his wrist…
And then I thought it was kind of ironic that on the week of Ian’s last scheduled therapies (more on that soon), I would have another son with an order for PT.
And then it was my turn. Except that it wasn’t.
I’ve had chronic pain for years. I’ve been back to my doc every year or two looking for answers. This past spring, she realized that she’d already tested me, practically yearly, for everything she could think of that might cause my symptoms, and she wrote up a referral to a rheumatologist. Of course, there aren’t any nearby, and it took quite a while to even get on one of their busy schedules, but I finally had an appointment today.
But I got a wee bit lost, and ended up at the wrong clinic, across town.
The road construction (have you heard the one about Minnesota’s two season? winter & road construction) that I trudged through ate up the 15 minutes early I had attempted to be, and then the trek across town to the correct clinic (cause I guess some big towns have more than one clinic, who knew?) made me just over 15 minutes late.
They wouldn’t see me.
And, of course, they also could not get me back in until the second week of October. 6 more weeks.
I was flustered and mumbled something like “oh, just forget it”, and I slumped out of there grumbling about traffic, and not double-checking the address before pulling out, and ugh will I ever get in to see a doctor that has any answers for me…?
Not anytime soon, that’s for sure.
Today’s PT & OT are the last medical appointments this week. Yay!
Anyway, I’m tired and achy, and calling it a homeschool vacation week.
Because I can.