Tickets please.

Welcome to the eighth wonder of the world we like to refer to as the roller coaster of life. Everyone has taken a ride at one point or another, some voluntarily others not so much. Personally, I think one more spin around the old beast is going to make me yak.

Last week we had the privilege of adding yet another specialist to the list of providers currently seen by Jackson. Dr. Razzledazzle (sometimes I just can't help myslef) is a Peds GI specialist who we were referred to by Dr. R. What I expected to be a very nonproductive visit, which I predicted would include another version of the hurry-up-and-wait game, was quite the opposite. Dr. Razzledazzle was well prepared, took his time with the appointment, and it appeared he had actually read Jackson's chart prior to our meeting. (What a concept!) I was very pleased. (As the roller coaster clank clank clanks to the top and the anticipation of the drop puts a lump in your throat....)

I was even more pleased when he said to me, " I suspect Jackson has Eosinophilic Gastroenteritis". Now long story short, it basically means that he suspects that Jackson has a milk allergy which resulted in an overabundance of eosinophilia (a type of white blood cell) in the wrong places. It could accont for a great deal of his GI issues. So off for allergy testing we went. Simple enough. And simple enough to resolve if this was indeed the case. (Arms up as the car swings down and around the track...)

However, dear reader, as you may already suspect, it just couldn't be that simple. Jackson's allergy testing results came back this morning with a glaring NEGATIVE result to everything he was tested for. (And one more time through the dark tunnel which takes you upside down and sideways unexpectedly leaving you with a mild case of whiplash....)

Back to the drawing board. Could someone please tell me why we willingly wait in line for these things when everyday life often brings the very same sensations?