Ashtyn woke up sick last Monday (March 8th). She was home sick all week. I took her to the doctor on Thursday. They tested her for strep, but the test came back negative. Everything else looked normal and happy. Still. And Again.
Ashie had a very normal weekend, and we were so glad. She was able to go out with her dad and her sister. She went to church.
And then yesterday (Monday again) she was no bueno. Again.
So today (again) I'm home from work hoping to get her in to the doctor as early as possible and hoping against hope that they will find something that is going to help her feel better; and knowing that they won't. Everything is going to be A-Okay. Again.
Which is good news. But how in the world can she feel so awful when everything is OK? I just don't get it. It's so frustrating for me, and I try not to take it out on Ashtyn. But she feels my frustration. She's already sick, so then she cries. And I feel terrible and frustrated. It's a vicious, spiralling circle.
Again and again and again.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Posted by wjmom at 6:17 AM