Come on

Seriously?  I’m sitting here almost a week after Oscar’s MRI with no results.  None.  Nada.  Zilch.  I was so obsessed with this over the weekend that I actually started googling his symptoms in an attempt to ease my mind.  Not the most brilliant thing I’ve done.  To be fair, today is only the third business day following the day after his procedure, but I certainly have received MRI results far more quickly than this.  Seems cruel to let a mother worry over the weekend whether her child has a brain tumor (or potentially worse).

Oscar’s been on a tear since we got back from the hospital on Wednesday.  Running wild through the house.  Horrifyingly, he even threw a ball towards one of our 10′ high windows in the living room and chased after it, breaking one of the panes of glass with his fist.  I don’t know how he managed to get out of that without a scrape on him, but he did.  Nanny Norma almost had a heart attack, though.  Did I mention that it’s a 25′ drop from those windows down to the street?  Yep, not good.  He was crazed (in a good way) all weekend, too, which was pretty funny.  Our big night out was yesterday, when we went to McDonald’s in an attempt to get some food in him.  He really dislikes my cooking (and no one could blame him), but loves those chicken selects so much that he does an actual dance when he bites into them.  Hilarious.

That’s pretty much it around here.  I’ve been crazy busy at work, which is somewhat good because it keeps me from the internet and my useless searching that only seems to result in a lot of examples of toddlers with seemingly the exact same symptoms as Oscar who did not end up with great results.  Not productive.  The upside of the stress?  That would be the five pounds I’ve dropped in a week.

March 30, 2009 Posted by Oscar and Etta's mom | Doctor, Oscar | 4 Comments