Ainsley certainly is full of something! Love. Sweetness. Joy. Silliness. Evil Powers. Spit and Vinegar. A desire to rule the world. Those are my first thoughts when the doctor was talking. But no. The doctor says . . . poo. That’s right. Poor kid. It was so much that she comes to the room and gets Ainsley and I to follow her over to the medical imaging business across the hall to see the xray we just took. She’s right! So those tummy aches for the last few years are all do to Ainsley’s inability to get the business done. Now her large intestine is enlarged and has lost muscle mass, so we are on a two week journey to clean her out and then a six months journey to get her muscles a chance to get back their shape again. Poor kid. Luckily we have done this before two years ago. So we should be pros at this. Right? The difference is that she is bigger and stronger and her personality is a little feistier. So convincing her to let me give her the medicine has not been fun. But we will make it through this journey too. At least, it is not celiac and IBS words that she was throwing around at the last visit. So I’ll take this one! Convincing Ainsley that this is good is another story!
The Puddles 
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