A full day of waking up with back pain, supervising school work, working in the kitchen, helping my 10 year old bake her fist batch of "solo" cookies ever, and taking Eric to the hospital to get X-Rays.
X-Rays, you ask? Yes, indeed. No emergency, just a chronic pain condition that his doctor wants to look into.
You see, yesterday I took the boy to the doc for a routine camp physical, since he's wanting to go to Boy Scout Camp this summer. All good, easy peasy, right? Wrong.
He tells the doctor about the fact that his legs hurt whenever he stands. (They really really do, and have for years and WHY did I not think to mention this to a doctor before???? Overwhelmed a wee bit by other things, me guesses. At any rate, it's prevented him from ever being an altar boy.)
So, the doctor ordered blood work and X rays and did not sign off on the camp physical form yet. So that's what I was doing getting my son some X-Rays at the Hospital this afternoon. I don't really expect they'll find anything. Weird sets of symptoms that are largely undiagnosable to modern medicine seem to run in our family. But if they do, it will be nice to know what's going on. And I hope it's not too terrible.
Meanwhile, I've also been working on some sewing...place mats this afternoon. And I started hemming cloth napkins. Going to have to do some seam ripping on the second one. I guess I got tired and the quality went way downhill. That's life.
I'd better get off here and go make spaghetti. Can you tell from my writing that I'm tired? Yah.