That's how I feel right now.
Today was Emma's follow-up appointment with the pediatrician for her headaches. She gave her headache journal for copies to be made. No pattern to her headaches. No relief from the new medication. No answers. The nurse is scheduling an appointment with a neurologist for a consult and a CT scan at Children's Hospital. I didn't think I'd ever have to meet with neurologists there ever again! Nothing against the hospital or doctors, all were wonderful, but some people you never hope to meet professionally just because it means something isn't right, you know? We had our fill already.
I admit I'm worried. I tell myself there is nothing to be worried about, I've seen a CT scan performed and know it's fast and simple. But still. I worry that there is something wrong. I worry that it's something simple and we're missing it. I worry about how we're going to pay for all this.
And helpless. I feel so helpless because I can't make her pain go away.