Where everybody knows your name . . .

Harleigh had a doctor's appointment this morning as she's been dealing with bad headaches, overly sensitive hearing, and vision problems. Lots of tearful calls from school the past couple of weeks as she's been suffering through the day plagued with these pains and trying to wrap up the school year with the pressure of finals. Saw the doctor and was told we had to head to the emergency room for a CAT scan. No problem. She has a full day of driver's ed class and then we can head over to the ER afterwards. No, we were told, later won't work. This has to be done STAT. Well both Harleigh and I have watched enough emergency room and doctor shows to know that when a physician has a serious look and says STAT, it's serious. We didn't panic, but both gave each other this fearful, unkowing look and, CAT scan order in hand, headed to Scottish Rite.

Now you gotta know Harleigh to know that we are no strangers to the Scottish Rite ER. When we enter those doors its like Norm walking into Cheers, when everyone yells a collective "Norm!" We walk in and hear "Harleigh!" We have been there for everything from concussions to questionable broken bones to stomach issues. After checking in at the Triage desk, we were handed a Welcome Packet that walks you through the procedures and layout of the hospital. Harleigh gave me a deadpan look and said "Mom, we don't need this. We could have written it." Enough said.

Turns out the doctor didn't want to do the CAT scan, but thinks that Harleigh is suffering from migraines. Now I've never had a migraine, but know people who have, and I was so disappointed to hear the diagnosis. I hate that she suffers like this, and with the medication prescribed and keeping a strict diary of her headache episodes, what she eats, menstrual schedule, stuff like that, we hope that we can figure out what's causing them and get these to go away for good.

So, Cheers to there being nothing serious. And we just pray that the migraines subside.