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Thursday, October 16, 2008

Like I said, There's always sumthin'!

Always sumthin'.  DH woke at the crack of night fall again.  I think Mrs. Moon was just gettin' her groove on.  I sware I'd only been alseep for a few minutes when the alarm blared next to me.  [Ewww.  My coffee is a little bitter this morning.]
Anyhow, second BEEEEEP! BEEEEP!  "Wake the yakitty-yack up!" from the alarm clock and DH gets out of bed.  To get on the treadmill again.  I sware his sneakered up feet hit the floor of the house like bricks!  He pounded his way into the computer/workout/guest room and then "Beep!  Beep!  Beep!" That's the treadmill announcing itself.  The beeping continued for the next 45 minutes....
I'm seriously going to have to find out how to disconnect that.
So tomorrow morning?  I bet he'll sleep in.  I'll be the one up the the butt-crack of early thirty.   Because Farmer, Jr. has an MRI scheduled.  At 6:30 in the morning, and a long drive away from home.  And, it will be a loooooong one so they are going to put him under so he'll sleep.  This?  I hate.  But, I want them to get a good look along his spine.
They are looking for a teathered cord....or, possibly, a tumor.
Now, I'm pretty sure it ain't no stinkin' tumor.  But, we have to be safe.  Better safe than sorry.  We read and hear about all the horror stories "If we just would have caught it a few months earlier...but, we didn't think anything of it."  Or, "Had we only known."  So, I wanna' be in the "in the know" crowd.  Thus, the MRI.
Now, when I'm up early manana?  No one will hear me.  I am stealthy.  I am light on my feet and I am whispy as I make my way through the house in preparation of my day.  Will there be an alarm blaring at 4:30 or 5:oo a.m.?  No.  The simply silent vibration of my cell phone will wake me.  If I haven't already woken in anticipation of time to wake up.
Anyhow, it's always sumthin'!  Right?  Oh, why are they doing the MRI?  Because, Farmer, Jr. has developed a slight issue with his gait.  And, he tends to walk tippie-toe often.  And, not necessarily on purpose -- meaning, he's not playing ballerina boy.  And, it often causes him to do a little hop-skip thing when he runs.  He used to be a super-fast runner.  But, last year in T-ball?  He just couldn't get up to speed.  Poor guy.  It was weird.
And, he gets headaches.  Not often and typically when he is really, really tired.  But, they will send him miserable to bed.  How many six year olds do you know that get headaches.  He's been getting them since he was four years old or so.
Maybe younger?  But, he didn't know how to express it to me?  Anyhow.  Another one of those things. 
Today is going to be a great day though!  I can feel it.  The smile is cracking across my face already.  We got more rain!  YAY!  And, it rained so much?  DH will take the youngin's to school!  Sweeeeeeet!
So, I'm making a scrambled, egg, and cheese crescent roll bake!  Yummy! 



Anonymous said...

Good luck at the MRI and I will be praying. I sure need another cup of Joe and some of them eggs this am, I am running on E I think...happy thursday girl

Gary Rith Pottery Blog said...

OH the poor little guy!
I will be praying for you....

tt said...

I want breakfast at your house!!!
Good luck w/ the little guy!!

Karen said...

Good luck at the MRI. Keeping you in my thoughts and prayers.
On a lighter note; what is this egg, cheese crescent roll bake you speak of?

Anonymous said...

I'm trying to catch up before my doc appt (I spent the past few days lying down much of the time). MRI?!?! Is that for Friday morning? (Which it is, here now)

Anonymous said...

I just re-read. I hope & pray that the MRI lets the docs know what needs knowin', so they can help Farmer, Jr.
No fun EVER to go "under" and esp. hard as a parent to let that happen to your babies. But it is worth it to get the medical care they need.

Lis Garrett said...

Poor little guy! I'm not sure how I missed this post. Oh . . . and now I feel like a complete loser of a friend. I'm so sorry, and I really hope it's nothing to be too concerned about. :-(