After 2 great days at school, Ellie is down for the count again. She was having her dinner and very suddenly went into pain. She was rubbing the back of her head and in fact the whole right side of her head and started to cry. Then she wanted just to bury her face in Marla's shoulder (Marla is a PCA extrodinaire). Then Ellie spiked a fever of 101.1. After a dose of Tylenol the fever went down to 99.7 but she was still in pain. After 2 hours I gave her some Motrin as well. I gave her some homeopathic stuff to no avail inbetween. Right now she is sitting in a darkened room alternating between crying out in pain and trying to rest. She hasn't vomited up her dinner.
This is hard, for the record, very hard. Hard to see her in pain. Hard because Tylenol and Motrin seem to have no effect. Hard because she was doing so very well and having such a great day. Hard because it looks like she will miss out on a very cool field trip to a 4D version of the Polar Express. Hard because when she screams it drives out all other thoughts from my brain.
Hard because she has experienced so much physical pain in her life already. Who do we call "uncle" to? Who? I am calling, "uncle, uncle, uncle!"