Using the resources freely available online to help identify or diagnose anything medical is almost guaranteed to convince you of what you want to be true. It's like that episode of the Monkees where an evil baddie who is looking to control the world, takes over all TV channels and puts a hypnotic eyeball (some really awful kitchy prop) that mesmerizes anyone who watches it into a brainwashed zombie.
Kind of a stretch of an analogy but stay with me. If you keep reading similar things online that are general enough to be about a great number of diseases or maladies and specific enough to pertain to your set of symptoms, even if not quite exact, you could easily convince yourself you do or don't have something wrong with you.
The Internet is helping to convince me she has and simultaneously doesn't have reflux. So I'm putting the iPhone down now and won't read any more about it. Bloody anxiety. The prop eyeball is catching me on a weak day. Time to turn off the TV and sing Take the Last Train to Clarksville.
And yesterday was Carolina's first trip on the subway. Lesson for her parents is that she travels well when resting not when she has gas and is hungry. She so far hates the sling. Or at least tolerates it mildly. Kid wants to be able to see everything. The bing-bong noise when the subway car doors are about to close is too loud for her when she is awake. Strangers think she is adorable. She will cry loudly in Whole Foods if necessary. She loved, loved (or wide eyed terrified of) all the new sights and sounds. And was completely overstimulated to the point she didn't eat for over 3 hours and slept for nearly 4. Manhattan basically was like giving her crack or E. Poor kid. Wide eyed stimulation. Smaller doses next time or earlier in the day. Leaving the house at 7 and getting back at about 9. Bad mommy and daddy/papa, bad! (and we have the cutest photo of a good moment, too.)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment