So, it's been a few weeks or so since I posted. We've had five doctors' appointments, 15 hours of driving back and forth to said doctors' appointments, two more tests scheduled (including our FIFTH sleep study in the past year), three more medications (now up to fourteen) and we put our Christmas tree up. (You're welcome neighbors!) Goo has been blasting carols since 12:01 November 1st. Also, just for sh*ts and giggles, I think Feisty Pants is a touch high. The neurologist says she is NOT high. It's just that "grogginess" and "staring into space" can be "passing side effects of starting a new seizure medication." (The same can said for being high, but what do I know?)
But anywho, it is, thankfully, November. The fun frenzy of Halloween is over. The Christmas rush is not on yet. It's not officially the holidays because no one has thrown up yet. It has gotten chilly. (YEAH!) The clocks have been turned back. (Double YEAH!) We only have one more out of town doctor's appointment this month (crosses fingers and toes). The long term prophylactic antibiotic seems to be doing it's job. I do have an official crap ton of insurance paperwork to do soon but that should open up avenues for Feisty Pants to get some more therapies. And no one seems to have voted for the apocalypse this time around.
I am hoping this sensible streak will continue. I am in love with November. It's chilly. There are no pressing holidays other than Stuff Yourself like a Turkey Day. Twilight comes earlier and lasts longer. There's football and pumpkins and last minute yard work. But nothing pressing or evil or overly hectic. As long as November stays kind and does not become a fickle bitch, we can all just enjoy this grand in-between time. So let's all throw on our comfiest, ugliest pj pants and grab a cup of cocoa. We can all just cuddle on the couch, argue over whose team sucks the most, and long for the glory of snow.