So I don’t think I’ve kept my readers updated about what’s going on in Aidan’s medical world. There are several reasons for that, not the least of which is that I don’t really know and it’s stressful to think about. You know that we went to the hospital in January for testing and that Aidan has been having strange events primarily while eating. Here’s the skinny on what’s happened since.
They’reseizuresnothey’renotwhoreallycareswhattheyare. Puthimondrugstakehimoffdrugsdothefunkychickendance. Let’sstickwithhismedicalteamlet’sgetsecondopinionslet’sgoalternative.
So there you have it. A big hot changing mess. Every time we eat and Aidan’s body flings everywhere, I pretend not to notice the food flying and his head crashing. Garreth pretends to not notice me not noticing Aidan. The elephant in the room tries to crush our last brittle bones. Here’s how I know it’s stressful. My entire body has broken out with eczema, a stress rash. It’s screaming at me, “Go to Greece.” “Take your Mulligan.”
I really want to, but how could I take Mulligan from that?