Not the Hair!!!

I would take a picture of myself pulling my hair out and post it here if, #1. I had a tripod, and, #2. I had enough hair left. But since I don't have a tripod and I pulled out most of my hair yesterday, this post will have to suffice without a picture.

I actually do have some good news, before I start whining about the bad. I have been Paxil-free for a full week now. Thank you for the prayers, they have obviously worked! I really thought it would take MONTHS to get completely off of it, but I had one very bad day where I accidentally mixed it with an OTC cough medicine it was not supposed to be mixed with and wasn't able to take it for a few days. Then I started taking Omega 3 instead and BOOM! I'm off of it. Wow. Wow.

Remember my post from Tuesday? About how concern can sometimes turn to fear and I had felt it creep up while waiting on Ace's yearly allergy testing? Well, let me tell you a little something about worry and fear. It doesn't make handling a bad situation any easier. I could have chosen not to have worried all week and we'd still be in the same boat today.

The nurse called yesterday with bad news. Our little guy had started out with a Class 2 peanut allergy, that had dropped to a Class 1 last year. We were expecting to see it drop further or even possibly drop completely below the "allergic" mark this year. I was all excited when I got the call, I just knew it would be good news. My heart kept saying something different, but I thought it was that nagging fear and dismissed it. Wish I wouldn't have. Then I would have been more prepared. Our guy is now a Class 3 and out of the "probably will outgrow it" range. He is now also testing positive for eggs.

I have two thoughts about having him labeled as "not going to outgrow it". One, I was really looking forward to that day! Nooooooo!. And, two, Whatever, what do they know? They also said that it was very unlikely his number would ever shoot up into the high range, after it dropped last year. If he beat the odds once (if even they were odds we didn't want to beat), then he can beat the odds again and outgrow it. I've been going in between these since yesterday, it's exhausting!

So, what can I say? Other than the Lord has shown this week how He heals. He delivers. He loves and takes care of us. I believe with every inch of my being that He will use this for His good.

In the meantime, I am still working on keeping my full head of hair. Getting the news less than a week before he begins preschool wasn't the greatest timing. But, then again, is the timing really ever good for bad news?

We'll go to meet the teacher tomorrow night and I'll be carrying the Epi Pens that I didn't think he'd need. We'll visit with the nurse for a while and then we'll move on. Because there are so many great things that are going to happen in the life of my child this year. I'm on my knees praying I can put this thought into practice.

Thanks to everyone for praying. And for reading.

Enjoy the weekend!

Love,