Wednesday night we got a call telling us that although they had scheduled us for a clinic visit, it was a mistake, and Lissa was actually due for another spinal tap. Fortunately I had an opportunity to pick her up some new and very nifty dry-erase markers to use on her dry-erase board, to distract her from the unfairness of that particular change of plans.
So yesterday morning, brand new markers packed away in her backpack, we headed into town through fog so thick that I accidentally turned off the highway onto an on ramp at one point. Fortunately nobody uses that on ramp in the morning, and I had no probablem getting turned around and back on track. The fog caused quite a few traffic delays on the way there, and we were 20 minutes late. Then, after we finally got there there, we had to wait for two younger kids to have their procedures first, so it ended up being our second longest wait to date.
(Lissa says she likes the generic term ‘procedure’ much better than official ‘lumbar puncture’ which is too hard to remember, or the colloquial ‘spinal tap’ which sounds too scary.)
As usual the waiting was the worst part. Lissa and I ate at the Hospital Cafeteria afterwards, and she even got to play in on the playground in the courtyard for a bit. Traffic ran so smoothly on the way back that Lissa was considerably startled to look up from her drawing recognize the turn-off to home.
She’s gotten quite used to taking medications and is very well behaved about it all, but we’ve got six different bottles with stuff going right now, all being handed out on a different schedule, and I’m finding it a bit of a challenge to keep track of them all.