thankful

I am thankful for many things from the past week.

Occupy New Jersey went off without a hitch.

Our Thanksgiving travels were not nearly as traffic-delayed as I expected.

We spent the weekend laughing with family and eating delicious food.

The weather was a delightful 60 degrees.

There was no barf. No hacking cough. Nary a fever.

And I am thankful for this little corner of the internet where I can send out a desperate cry and someone always, always, always has something to say to comfort me and help me.

Thank you for your comments on my last post. And especially thank you to Deb who read it and asked The Fairly Odd Mother to read it, because she has a daughter who went through something similar. And just knowing that this is A Thing, and not something that's just our own personal puzzle, made me feel so much better. I really can't tell you.

So thank you everyone.

I had a talk with Dr. Everything Will Be Alright. He gave me some medicine to try and the name of an art therapist, who (hold on to your hats) takes our insurance.

(I'll wait while you get up off the floor.)

And after a few weeks, if things aren't better, he wants to do some bloodwork and a more comprehensive GI workup, just to make sure that we aren't missing anything.

But he agrees with me that this sounds like anxiety.

Lordy, it's hard.

She's given up the barf bowl for now. (It did not make an appearance at the Thanksgiving table, thank God.) But there's lots of moaning and crying and well, let's just call it bellyaching.

My patience wears thin. And that makes me sad. It's a hard thing, knowing when to push and when to nestle.