Among the many thrills that I have planned for my kids’ spring break, (read: I got nothin’.) today I took Lizzy, Jane, and Kitty on an outing to our local medical lab for their Western blot test (for Lyme). Weeeee!
She actually did amazing, she and Lizzy were very brave. They had their blood drawn without me in the room since I was holding a reluctant and screaming Kitty. I don’t think there is very much that scares a little kid more than shots. Maybe flies. Kitty is terrified of flies. (I think she believes they are flying spiders, and I will admit, the idea of flying spiders is rather horrifying, isn’t it? Ew! Let’s stop talking about this, it is grossing me out!)
Of course, ice cream sundaes don’t hurt, either.
So, now we wait for the results. I think for sure one of them has it. Sometimes I think all three do. Previous to finding out I had Lyme, I would frequently ponder what sort of devastation occurred to make my gene pool so faulty. Three out of four* of my kids have anaphylactic food allergies… What the H, Mario? So, maybe this is why? I don’t know.
I guess we will find out in a few weeks.
*I’m not including Lydia in this statement since she is still young enough that we don’t know if she has allergies yet. So far, she doesn’t seem to, although we have obviously avoided giving her any nuts or shellfish.