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And apparently the cardiologist did not order the doppler. Of course he didn't. Why make one trip when you can make two?

At least we did get in to see our family doctor, who was very encouraging about J.J.'s progress but who made some of the least helpful coping suggestions I've heard lately, and that's saying something. Make time for a hobby? Does peeing count as a hobby, 'cause there are Cambodian sweatshop workers who get more potty breaks than I do. On the other hand, if being on hold or arguing with medical and/or insurance personnel counts, then I'm all set. Family game night? I play a fun game with my kids every night, called let's-see-if-this-one-remaining-stretched-and-frayed-nerve-of-Mommy's-will-last-until-bedtime. Date night with J.J.? Words cannot even begin to express how far down on my priority list romance is. Unless doing the laundry turns him on, I guess he's pretty much SOL.

Wow, where did this soapbox come from? Let me just put that away...

Anyway, the only big issue to come out of this appointment was that the pain J.J.'s having with his right knee seems like it might be caused by a ligament tear. Which of course meant more scans. My children will no longer need a nightlight; my husband has been exposed to so much radiation he now glows in the dark. Chernobyl, eat your heart out.

I'll let you know what the latest round of scans says as soon as I know more.

In the meantime, I need to call the cardiologist AGAIN to find out what's going on, AGAIN. Then, for novelty's sake, I'M GOING TO ATTEMPT TO DO MY FREAKING JOB. Apparently this does not occur very frequently, at least not with anyone related to J.J.'s stroke. It's like having the Midas touch; everyone I come into contact with lately has all semblance of work ethic sucked out of them.

I'll try to be a little more chipper next time I post. I think my caffeine level has fallen below critical mass, and that's probably a huge part of the problem.