Scoliosis check

Yesterday was our trip to Shriner's hospital to check out Eve's spine.  It was not the best day, but I suppose it could have been much worse.

On our way there, we ran into a major detour.  A road I was planning to take was closed, and because of the mountains where we live, there aren't a lot of other options.  Fortunately, I gave myself extra time and we didn't run into any other traffic or construction.  When we arrived, we did a lot of waiting.  We waited in the waiting room for an hour before being called back.  Then we answered a lot of questions from a nurse.  My least favorite?  When she said the last time we were there was in '12 and we were supposed to follow up in 6 months, and why didn't we.  I wasn't able to maintain grace, because I just looked her in the eye and bluntly said, "Because we didn't think she was going to survive.  But she did and is in a stable place right now."  "Oh."

We waited a total of 2 hours past our appointment time, before a man came in and introduced himself as a PA (physician's assistant) who was helping out because the doctor was running behind.  The upshot?  He looked at her spine and it's fine.  Her hips are (still) dislocated, but if we're not going to do surgery, then that's that.  He offered to have their people look at her wheelchair, but after waiting for two hours, I just didn't want to spend any more time.  We have someone who works on her wheelchair.  So, we left.  We never saw the doctor.  Since there seems to be no problem with her spine, that's fine with me.  But what a waste of time. 

The ride home was relatively uneventful.  She started gagging in the last 20 minutes.  We had been gone for so long, the Dramamine I gave her wore off.  I had given her the lowest suggested dose, but she never got sleepy, so I think I can increase the dosage next time.  So, that was my day.  Oh, yeah.  And then I scraped up my car.  I was picking up Seamus from daycare and the parking there gets a little crowded sometimes.  I was trying to park the van out of the way when all I heard was a crunch/scrape sound.  I had scraped up against a rock wall and gouged both doors on the passenger side and dented one a little.  I cried.  Since we're re-doing the bathroom and the plumbing in several areas of the house, my wallet cried, too.  But we decided we will just fix the doors at the end of the summer, before we have to worry about salt on the roads and after we recover from the plumbing and remodel bills. 

What a day.  But, like I said, I suppose it really could have been worse.  I let out some frustration with a good workout when the kids went to bed.  And, as you can see from my previous post, old "sleeping hat" got me laughing.