Long

Doing what I do when I'm stressed - cooking.  Planning to make spanakopita and cannolis.  I know, odd combination.  But one I love, the other should put some more meat on Cole's bones.

After spending the morning at the hospital, supposedly for blood tests, we were sent on our way.  According to the technician, there was an issue with how the specimens were to be transported that needed to be worked out before the draw could be done.  Really?  They've been coordinating this draw for two weeks, we have our out of network approvals and were told to show up today.  We have been jumping through hoops for a year now, still with no end in sight.  At this point if I could wave a wand to get answers other than "we need more tests" I would.  Actually, I'd settle for driving the blood to Philly and Cincinnati myself!

Honestly, my overall frustration level at being backed into a corner where I can do so little for my child is beyond words.  I know and appreciate that the doctors are doing what they can, especially by seeking other experts and looking into all their suspicions, but inside I'm irrationally screaming because when it is a child it nothing should take this long.

Needless to say, we are still waiting, not for answers, but for the draw itself.  Then the real wait starts.  For this moment, while my girls play and my boy sleeps, I will cook.  Hopefully the kids approve of today's treats.