week. The Wiz is done for a bit, my next appointment is Thursday. The Wiz had a lot of blood drawn, but not as much as was actually allowable from a kid his size. When the nurse asked how he did with blood work, I tried to say
he tries, but it's hard on him, but he beat me to it. He informed her that he screams, and that he was going to do so. And, he did! At least he's honest! (We won't receive results for two weeks.)I had an MRI on my hand. It took forever, probably because I started every time the pitch changed. I hope to NEVER do that again. Thursday is the day
I find out if I'm crazy or if I really did do something to my hand.Anyhoo, that's enough of that. We'll talk about the zoo.
We went and had a blast! It was really great. We saw the cutest baby peafowl. One was yellow, so must have some weird genes in there. Dad was pretty darn handsome, too. We
also saw a sloth.
Last, we went and saw the wolf pups, who were tumbling around and enjoying the day. It was fantastic.
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Oh, aren't MRI's just about the worst thing ever? I had to have one done on my head (part of the joys of epilepsy)and it was, without a doubt, the most unpleasant experience I have ever had. I am so sorry you had to have one!
And how cute is The Wiz?! "I scream..." adorable! Fab sloth pic!
The MRI was probably the most uncomfortable medical procedure ever--and I've had epidurals given during labor. Ugh.
The sloth was great. We were maybe two feet away from it.
Ah yes, the ever-wandering peafowl. I haven't been in a while. I should go...:D
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