Poor Jack has tummy trouble today. His farties are so volumous that they vibrate my hand and make my whole hand warm! Kinda like when he pees around his diaper but without the mess and plus the stink! He squeals a little when he passes a toot, but once it's passed he is all smiles again. Not as in "Hey I farted and it's funny becuase I'm a boy!" more like, "Oh...I'm glad that's over!" So he has a new name FARTIE FLOYD!
We trekked off to the opthamologist today. When I heard it was going to be Dr S, I was really happy because I had been her patient about 20 years ago and really liked her. The doctor who walked in was not familiar though. But then, it had been 20 years! So I asked if she used to practice at a different location and it turns out that she is indeed the same Dr S I remembered and liked! And she was great with Fartie Floyd! He didn't much like having drops in his eyes and he really didn't like it when she started looking in there! She was really patient and gentle as possible with him. He kept rolling his eyes up into his head and then -pop- back down they came like the cherries in slot machine! That part was funny! Jack did not think so.
What Dr S had to say was none too funny neither. His optic disks are small. Not horrendously small, but small. She's referring us out to the big childrens hospital about an hour and a half away so they can do further testing and find out what this nystagmus is all about. She also confirmed what I thought but am simply too blind to see clearly...my Tator Tots eyes are turning a deep hazel.
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