I have submitted one more short story, and have emailed my novel-length one that I've had in Word to the English teacher that Mike works with. She's promised to be brutal.
Oh! And we're going on a date tonight! The babysitter will be here at 6:30 tonight. We're gonna go out and eat not-mac-and-cheese. It's so much fun every time we're able to get out with just the two of us, we're trying to make a habit of it.
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And we're back: Tuesday night 9:30, we're in spokane, attempting to keep oldest up til midnight. Four hours after which, we will have to wake him up. Apparently, he has to be 'stressed' for the test tomorrow. Just a small procedure, no big deal. It's so amazingly common, in fact, that there are whole departments dedicated simply to maintaining, running and the interpreting of these tests. Whole education programs based solely on people learning how to maintain, run and interpret said tests.
Which is why not one of us is at all nervous about Adam having an EEG done tomorrow. Just a series of pictures. Like having someone take pictures of him. But backwards. From the inside. While electrodes are hooked onto his head.
So... yeah. Nor Adam nor I have been at all nervous or panicked or anything that would connote any level of agitation whatsoever.
Anyway, we don't even know if tomorrow will change anything in the degree of our knowledge of what the heck is/was going on for Adam to have already experienced two seemingly unprovoked seizures.
Time will only tell.
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