Doctors, doctors, doctors

This has been the month of specialists.  First we met our new ENT- who greeted wearing a Batman costume.  Technically, it was Halloween.  Technically, the doc won many cool points with Jesse.  Next, we had an appointment with our new GI specialist, and she thinks I am a high-strung and uptight mother.  Actually, I was pretty mellow during the visit- I just had a lot of questions and knew what I was talking about.  Surprising that my preparedness would be off-putting.  Jesse seems to think that she was trying to be funny, like she really didn't mean for me to "chill out." But that is what she said- and I swear I caught an eye roll, too.  In my classroom, rolling of the eyes buys you lunch detention, or least a lecture.  It's not about having my students like me; it's more about having my students respect me.  (And learning this lesson is a separate story.)  My policy goes both ways; I am respectful of my students.  Therefore, I expect the same treatment from them.  My feathers get insatiably ruffled when adults don't apply the same common courtesy to each other.  In fact, my 8th grades outclass many an adult these days.  But I digress.  Additionally, I am willing to give this doc another shot.  For the next appointment, I will make sure that I am sugary sweet.  Heck, I'll bring cookies.

Tomorrow we return to the geneticist for a follow-up appointment.  She'll review our (parents) karyotypes.  Since we already know that inheritance was negative, I'm not stressing our visit.  Maybe she'll be able to shed some light on Miles' tummy issues.  The GI specialist wanted to wait things out. . . Miles isn't waiting so patiently.  Acid Reflux is wicked.  I'll post a summary of our visit, especially if we learn anything new.   

On a random note: When you run spellchecker, karyotpye always comes out as "carryout."  That makes me laugh.