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Because you can never spend too much time at Children's Hospital

At least it seems that way.

Ash wasn't doing so well after her day with the Neuro. She was in a tremendous amount of pain and I waited to see if it would go....it didn't.

So off to the ER she and I went. A very nice, very young ER fourth year med student checked her out. (Is it me, or are they getting younger and younger? I fully expect the next time we go to have a boy with a squeaky voice who hasn't yet finished puberty attend to us)

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They sent us for tests.

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Her pain lessened and they allowed her to walk with her Hannah Montana blanket around her shoulders. Everything is helped by a liberal dose of Hannah Montanna.

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Her daddy left work to join us, thankfully. I hate being alone down there.

We got home around 3 a.m., which isn't bad for us time wise. It's been worse. It's been better.

I'm just glad it's over. We've got a huge bottle of stuff to help. Why yes, we are keeping the pharmacology giants in business. Her prescription totals this month? Well over a thousand dollars. Thank heavens for insurance.

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  1. It's been worse, it's been better....it could be worse, it could be better....what a time to count your blessings and focus on the good things!!! loves...

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  2. Oh man...I remember those kind of nights...but my kids were much younger and had simple problems...you know, falling off the top bunk, falling out of a tree...
    Good luck!!

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  3. I can't think of a good comment but I just prayed for you guys. love to that sweet girl.

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  4. Rebecca, you're right as always. We have much to be thankful for. Always!

    G. aren't those kinds of nights fun? :)

    Paige, thank you!

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  5. Also, what was funny is that one of the hospital security guards is in our ward and he's been there for us each time to move our vehicle out of the emergency place and into a spot for us. Doug Harrington---wonderful man. he's been an incredible help.

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