The snail-mailed instructional/patient packet told me I had to have Kyle at the hospital by 7:45 AM for his neurology appointment. People who are late will loose appointments.
We waited 3 months to get to see a pediatric neurologist.
Did I mention The Children's Hospital of Denver is no longer in Denver, but in Kansas? Beam me up, Dorothy!
Kyle and I shoved through the magic doors at 7:59.
Security. I don't know what's worse: TSA or a children's hospital! I had to hand over my ID, get a barcoded name-tag with my mug on it! I had to check in at every section through which we passed.
I was a teeny bit overwhelmed.
My heart goes out to families who have to practically live there. Especially folks who have to travel from the South West metro area.
On the other hand, I'm thankful. Thankful that Kyle has access to cutting edge technology and specialists.
I don't know what we're dealing with yet. The doctor said we may never know b/c his sensory issues are very rare. But, we know his motor/sensory problems are neurological and an arsenal of medical professionals stand by to help.
Boog did well getting his blood drawn. The nurse was worried b/c the test didn't allow the tourniquet to help locate veins. She had to stick blind. Boog let out a little wimper, then the tears stopped (while blood was still being sucked from his arm) and he said, "That's cool!"
And let me tell you, taking a urine sample from a non-potty trained toddler...
It was way worse than the blood draw!
My head was spinning by the time we left. Booger was crabby. My head throbbed and lunch hour traffic jammed up the roads.
Next step is an MRI. I hope there's one that's closer... and that I can at least have time for my morning coffee.