Day Eleven

What She Wore: Pajamas. According to the clock on this computer it’s a little after five. I should be sleeping, but I can’t, so I’m blogging–makes perfect sense, right?

You know that feeling you got in high school when your boyfriend broke up with you? A rock in your stomach that is a combination of dread and nausea? Well, I’ve got it right now. No, I’m not getting divorced. I just found out that Charlie’s neurosurgeon has left the hospital where he works. No official word yet, but the guy was kind of a maniac, and anything is possible with him. You don’t want just anybody drilling holes into your baby’s head, and I trusted this guy, AND he was smart, AND optimistic. There are a lot of doctors out there who aren’t optimistic, and I’ve promised myself that I won’t go back to any doctor who doesn’t give me a warm fuzzy feeling. Problem is, not too many neurosurgeons in this neck of the woods. Well, crap–I’ll just keep my fingers crossed that I won’t need the services of a neurosurgeon any time soon.

PS: I just spell-checked this thing and apparently I can’t spell nuerosurgeon or optimistic. Thanks, Blogger.

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...

Comments

  1. Nadine Hightower says:

    Start Doctor shopping!! And if you have to drive to get him a good one…so be it!

    I have heard that same thing. “Our old Doctor gave up on our dog but you guys continue to help and our dog has improved.”
    So never settle for someone that you are not comfortable with and gives you hope.

  2. Wow–that sux about the doctor–hopefully, you’ll be able to find another one who’s just as good. Good luck!

  3. Leucantha` says:

    I hope this is one of those things where God closes one door and opens another. I do think your philosophy is sound about the docs though.

  4. That stinks, I can imagine it’d be so hard to find a doctor who you really like and trust with little Charlie.

  5. Ugh, what a disappointment! Start looking and somebody good will show up.

  6. Any word on where the Dr. is going…perhaps you can follow?

  7. I know that you must be freaking out. But, stop that. (this is what I say to myself sometimes…ha ha) “Freak out time is over.” Because there will be another wonderful doctor out there. Just for your Charlie. Breathe deep. Relax. It will all come together!