Biopsy results

The other day I received the results from Josie's biopsy. Everything looked normal with one exception. The sample showed enlarged mitochondria. The neurologist didn't really know what this meant, other than it lead us away from the diagnosis he originally thought which is a myasthenic syndrome.

I did not take this news well. In fact, I took this news with a ton of wine, potatoes and bacon. I do not recommend this combination, it sucks the next day.

The next step was to see a new geneticist and thankfully we already had an appointment with him for today. The geneticist said it was not mitochondrial and basically I spent 2 days freaking out and drinking for no reason. He believes we are dealing with an unknown type of myasthenic syndrome.

Basically, all the results did was show that we don't know the type of myasthenic syndrome and scared the shit out of me. I am not really sure what comes next. The neurologist was ready to pass us off to a different neurologist specializing in mitochondrial disorders, but now apparently that doesn't need to happen. I think it is that the neurologist wants to get rid of me because I refer to him as Dr. Randy and not by his last name. What can I say? I am a 10 year old boy that giggles every time I say it.

Ants in the pants

The other day I was asked to get a specific photo for some mommy friends (sorry ladies, I failed). While I was attempting to get the picture, Teague and I sat in the center of the cul-du-sac. Teague was happily watching, catching and occasionally eating ants. We are working on getting him to stop the last part.

After sitting there for about 10 minutes and realizing this picture wasn't going to happen so I turned to tell Teague we were going inside. As I turn, I see him dropping something into the back of my pants. I asked if he put something in my pants, he said no, followed by a long pause, a sheepish smile and then ultimately "yup."

I changed after we got inside and found 7 dead ants in my pants. I hope for their sake that they were dead prior to before entering my pants.

If you plan a trip to the musem.....

If you plan a trip to the museum, you will want to take your camera.

Taking your camera will remind you to make your children look presentable.

While making your children look presentable, you will remember that your son has a rat tail.

You grab the scissors to cut the off rat tail.

Seeing the scissors will terrify your son and he will run away, right into the corner of a wall.

Running into a corner will cause a contusion on his forehead.

The contusion on his forehead will result in you arriving at the museum 2 hours after you had planned.

The late start to the museum will lead to very hungry children.

To keep the children quiet on the car ride home, you pacify them with a cookie.

Your son will proceed to get the cookie all over his face and hair.

You will now need to bathe him.

Chances are, when you are bathing your son, you will be reminded that your child still has a rat tail.