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)
They sent us for tests.
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.
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.