One more trip to Children’s

Shep woke up this morning with his tic going crazy. It was pretty much constant. One after another after another. We went out to run a few quick errands, and it continued, appearing to sometimes interfere with his speech. My post-wedding nerves couldn't take any more, and we decided it was time to go back to Children's.

I know I was probably the Psycho Mom of the Day at the ER, but I told the physician we'd really love a test of some kind. My mental health was degrading and both Tom and I were logging sleepless nights. We had been informed that it could be a full month until we got in to see neurology. If I had to wait that long for some answers, you'd likely find me rocking in some corner by the appointment date. I just needed to know for sure we weren't dealing with something that was progressive and destructive.

They offered us a CAT scan, which I jumped on immediately. The first run didn't take, since Shep was too wiggly, but the second try yielded success and a massive promise of ice cream after we left the hospital.

Good news. ALL CLEAR. No sign of tumors, cysts, lesions, or any other abnormalities.

So the best scenario is that this is an isolated incident, and once it stops, it will be gone for good. Worst case scenario, we'll end up with Tourette's. Somewhere in between is that these tics will crop up periodically, and it'll be something we deal with as they occur. No matter what, all these options are far better than any of the things that have been filling my dreams for the past few nights.

I now I can sleep, happily snoring next to my Psycho Mom hat.