Pray for me, before the laundry Kraaken eats my food porn

Pray for me as I storm my GP's office yet again tomorrow, for the second time in two business days. Pray for wisdom and politeness, and that they do my bidding as I become my own neurologist until at least December. I go armed with charts and bottles and dates and frankly the numbers don't lie kids.  Either I get back on another preventative med, or I don't make to...I predict the third week in October without being flat outta attack meds.

I love my GP (general practitioner.) She tends to ask good question, be interested, and listen well. I'm going to throw another supplement and a med at her and see what she says. We will no doubt commiserate over tricare's dumbassery.  But I do not know what will happen next...I do know that I must have hope to cling to. I can't just sit, ok lay here 15 migraine days into a September that isn't even quite over yet and not have a sleeve full of tricks. Old habits die hard, and the kids have been pulling out all the old clown stuff again. And every day I wake up to a clown painting labeled "Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk" next to my bed. My Dad liked it and hey, it goes with my furniture! #nofoolishnofun And in this case it may be survival of the foolish.

Because I could just wait patiently like a good patient for my appointments, suffer, run out of meds, and watch life crumble with varying speed and force, or I can make myself a huge pain in everyone's ass until hope comes out of hiding.  Bat-Crap-Crazy, Food-Allergy-Mom was just phase one of my metamorphosis. Sasha's ears may hurt for 6 more weeks, give or take. They're fine, just healing from a nasty infection and fluid.  Emily's stomach started hurting again tonight. She's getting coffee in the morning, pain or no because those suckers like to come roaring back for days if you don't squash 'em good.  So pray for me. We've de-glutened, we've de-corned (phase 1), we're pretty much opposed to dairy, and we've been no-nuts forever. We are now on top of that, delving deeply into the realms of the neurological, the insurance dumbtastic, the medical marvelousy and of course, ever bowing in shame and homage to the ever present Laundry Kraaken.
Pray for us.

Oh my gosh you know what I ate tonight? A hamburger from In N Out NOT protein style!!! *chewing fingertips* It was, it was, it was like Christmas dinner. It was like a hug. I literally don't remember the last burger I ate on a bun.  Evil evil frankengluten. Oh man...sweet and tasty and satisfying and warm and yummy frankengluten evil bun Mmmmmmmmmmmm...
Wow.. #singlemomfoodporn #prayforme #notjoking