Today is turning to shit at an alarming fast and furious rate. I want to crawl back into my bed, pull the covers over my head and disappear for the rest of the day - ahhh, if only.
Baby Girl's anxiety attacks are getting worse and her moods are inconsistent these last few days - happy, sad, worried, happy again. I fear she's slipping into a depressive state so I've contacted her Neurologist and am impatiently waiting for his office to call back with an appointment time. They are always so booked up and very rarely will take you right away, sometimes it takes weeks, even months to get in to see him. This is one of the pitfalls of having a "free" health care system- you get what you get.
Miss Priss has an appointment to see a Rheumatoid Arthritis Specialist today, and wants me to go in with her. I didn't even know that people get Rheumatoid Arthritis at age 20, apparently they can, even younger but it is rare. Now to add a little more drama to poor Priss' life, she just received a phone call from her Cardiologist telling her she needs to be seen by him ASAP. When it rains it pours!
Two years ago she collapsed at her job and was rushed to the ER where they discovered she had a cardiac condition call WPW, or a short circuit in her heart - A ticking time bomb. She had a procedure called an ablation, where they (sort of) cauterize the abnormal electrical pathway. That was successful but she is now experiencing some tachyarrhythmia again which may be cause for some concern.
Now I'm a panicky mess! Priss on the other hand, appears to be cool, calm and collective - she gets that from her father.
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