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Not Today

I didn’t know if I really wanted to make a post or not, but I know I have to because I think I’m supposed to do it weekly. Honestly, I’m not really sure, especially since my mom went through my Google Classroom and printed out every single thing related to this project that my teacher has given to guide us through the process from start to finish. Let’s just say I’ve never seen her so frustrated. I mean, I think I have, but she’s ranting and raving to my dad, and I can’t really put it all together. I know it doesn’t make sense to me either, but whatever. I just know she isn’t happy!

Today, I had more testing with doctors, as if the 15 past years of testing hasn’t been enough—let’s just have some more. I think this one is supposed to give me an official IQ score. I’m too stressed to talk about it right now, but I’ll come back to it. I hope everyone has a good Thanksgiving!

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  1. Ami Bitton Avatar
    Ami Bitton

    My son is growing up going to many doctors as well and a lot of testing. It is really tough. I appreciate you sharing your experiences so much. He is only 1 – you are giving us a lot of hope for his future ❤️

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    1. Adalyn Palmer Avatar
      Adalyn Palmer

      Ami, I am sorry! I just saw your comment. When I made my last comment and haven’t signed on since as my mom didn’t let me. She was so frustrated over some things that she won’t go into with me. But I will let you know that visiting the doctors when I was little I don’t think ever bothered me. It doesn’t really bother me now either. I think the only thing that does is the tests they do now seem to get longer, but they don’t count as a grade so I am ok with them and I am rewarded with a Starbucks drink, no coffee in them of course, 😂! I know my mom and dad are just trying to do what is best for me and none of the test are causing pain. The only one I remember and hated the most is the sleep test when they put the wires on my head 😡! I remember spitting on my mom and I told her I hated her. She knows I didn’t mean it. I think I was 4 , but they had my arms in those wraps where I could bend my elbows, I was able to bring those things home so that was cool. But that was the worst of it. But I am glad they are still doing everything that is available to them to get me any support that is there for me!!! 💕

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