Just a Little Miffed and A Lot Unsettled

Have I mentioned before Dear Reader, that tears, especially from my children make me nervous?  I got a good dose today.  Bet had to have an endoscopy and they send the patient out the door long before they’ve regained their senses, who knew you could walk before you could see or have short term memory? 

Anyway a few blocks on our way and she burst into uncontrollable tears, I know they were uncontrollable ‘cuz she said so.  Didn’t know why, she was just crying, wanted to throw up so she cried instead.

Reason for the endoscopy?  Dysphasia – difficulty swallowing.  Bet has had trouble off and on for a while now but it escalated recently to include feeling like she was choking while and after eating ice cream!

Today’s unconfirmed conclusion from the endoscopy, eosinophilic esophagitis.  We are waiting for biopsy results to confirm the fairly confident Doctor’s diagnosis.  Some different causes, most likely food allergy of some sort.  An inflammatory disease of the esophagus.  Some changes are in store for Vicktory Farm and Gardens most likely.  All for one and one for all ‘round here.

Miffed? You ask?  Eosinophilic esophagitis occurs in adulthood and its symptoms are dysphasia.  It also occurs in childhood as, drum roll please, stomachaches.

Years ago, perhaps fourteen – fifteen or so I took little Betti Spaghetti in to the pediatrician because she complained of stomach aches that mommy couldn’t seem to make better, even with nice soothing food and things like slippery elm, yes, I have hippy tendencies.

Those few years ago, the Pediatrician took some blood, chit chatted with me about how I had handled it food wise (tried eliminating things that might have caused it, nothing appeared to help or worsen),  After a couple of appointments to deal with the severe stomach aches he handed me a bottle of juvenile Maalox and told me to lighten up, the implication being that I must somehow be causing her stomach aches by being a wound up mommy.

I would like to hurt him right about now, not financially, I don’t need to win a malpractice suit, it’s physical pain I’d like to cause the little pusillanimous pin head, puke pot.  I’d like to rip him limb from limb and send his broken little body to someone who cares!  Okay, that is a bit much, how ‘bout at least a swift and decided blow to the shins with my well booted foot.  You know Dear Reader, like the treatment all plops of stuff get here on the farm.

Okay, I have to go back and finish my nap.  (See Bee, I can learn new tricks, or get back to old ones, I just need to have a rip snortin’ reason.) I stayed up late last night, past midnight, even though I knew the alarm was set for four-thirty am.  For me. 

Bet’s appointment was at seven o’clock, an hour’s drive away, and I needed to open the bottom of the poly tunnel and harvest lettuce before we left.  Yeah, I’m not too bright.  So it’s been a hard day, on very little sleep. Though Bet and I both agreed that getting up at four-thirty was rather fun and we both got a lot done in  little time with little light.  But I probably would get more sleep next time I try it.

So yes, I’m going to follow my abruptly ended afternoon nap (phone call about a dying friend) with a long slow evening nap, shoot me.  Thanks for listening Dear Reader, see you on the bright side tomorrow for a very silly header challenge!  This last week’s header was too appropriate for all the posts that followed, I hope next week follows tomorrow’s header of “That’s Silly”.