LaLaGirl – Twinfinite Chaos! Parenting Multiples and Dealing with Autism

While Kayley was still on spring break, we took a little trip over to Chik-fil-A. The weather was snowy and cold, and I figured nobody but me would be dumb enough to go to Chik-fil-A for dinner in the frigid weather and we’d have the whole play area to ourselves. I couldn’t have been more wrong! Another area elementary school was having a PTA fundraiser night, and the place was absolutely packed. We were lucky enough to snag the very last booth in the restaurant. Kids were running around screaming, it was mass chaos, and THE GIANT COW WAS THERE!

Pablo disappeared into the play area, and surprisingly enough, he was not at all bothered by the chaos and screaming! I was shocked. He really had a grand time! And he completely missed out on the terror that was the giant cow. I’ve never seen this thing face to face. It’s GINORMOUS. And even though my rational mind told me that it wasn’t a real cow standing on its hind legs wearing a red Chik-fil-A shirt, the reality of seeing this realistic thing towering above me was more than a little unnerving. And my children were terrified. The manager of the restaurant was running around with her camera taking pictures, and she brought me this very nice photo, printed out and inserted in a nice little glossy card. Fun, huh?

I had to scan it to show you how freaked out my children were! Click on the picture to see it on Flickr – it’s worth seeing full size. Nothing more fun than frightened children, y’know?

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There’s just too much of it everywhere! You can just turn to Google any old time, and scare the pants off of yourself reading horror stories about every ailment you can imagine. Internet, I hate you. Because I can’t quit you! The minute I find out anything, I have to immediately Google it to death so I can obsess about it for the next day and a half. Why? Why do we do this to ourselves?

Yesterday, the doctor’s office called. They apparently forgot that we spoke on Friday, so they called and said, “We’re seeing a cyst in one of the ventricles in your brain, and we need you to come back in for an MRI to make sure that’s all it is.” Ventricle! A new word to search for! Yeah, bad idea. Now I know that it’s right in the middle of my brain, instead of just, like, a wayward tangle they saw in my hair.

I’ve had several people tell me they know someone who was told they had a “brain cyst” (doesn’t that just SOUND gross? Having a cyst anywhere is gross, but in your brain? Sick! I USE my brain! It’s not like having a cyst on my elbow joint or something!) and it turned out to be either nothing, or nothing they had to do anything about. And then I’ve read several more stories where people had to have surgery. So, I’m guessing it’s one of two things: 1. Nothing. or 2. Something. I almost wish they would have just insisted I come in for another test but not told me why, y’know? I’m mostly fine and going on about my business, but then late at night I start thinking about the possibility of having surgery and get my head shaved and possibly DYING and stuff, and then I lie in bed and weep. Sucks, man! I wish they would have placed more of a priority on getting me in there just to ease my MIND!

But hey. What are you gonna do? I say, ’tis the season for eating candy corn.

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