Babygirl got a lot of loot last night considering she was really only up for about two blocks of candy looting. But the grandbabies came along, and their inability to go the distance spared me the necessity of making her be the one to "give up."
She awoke this morning because her neck hurt. The light hurt, her head hurt, but her neck was the prize winner this time.
The neck pain frightens me. Truly, truly truly scares the bejeepers out of me. No fever, no blood pressure elevation, no other worrisome signs, lots of very well-trained intelligent people thinking that it ISN'T scary, but my gut disagrees.
I don't deal well with fear. I don't cope with helplessness well. I suck at patient watch-and-wait crap. I hate to see her cry because once again she cannot go to school.
This sucker was still hurting her some when I got home from work. She came with me to get some stuff for supper, and had to shade her eyes when the brake lights on the car in front of us came on, because it hurt.
I spent part of my day determining that the headaches may be aggravated by her Rapamune. That would, indeed, stink. I spent most of the rest of my day whining.
It's not pretty.