When I get nervous, I don't pace or twiddle my thumbs or do any other odd movement - I tend to just stand in place, and stare at the wall - sort of a 'deer in the headlights' look. I have been doing a lot of staring over the past couple days.
Aside from the nerves that come with selling a house and moving to a new city, Mason will go under general anesthesia tomorrow morning in order to have an MRI. I am not looking forward to seeing my three-year-old little boy incapacitated, laying on a hospital bed.
From the time of his first or second pediatric check up, his head has always measured in the 97th percentile or off-the-charts. Between that, and his recent diagnosis of autism, his neurologist feels it is a good idea to check things out. So...off we go to UCI Medical Center.
I am thankful to friends and family who will be keeping Mason in prayer tomorrow. Valerie and I have a tendency to clam up and not tell people when we are struggling - that is not the case this time. :-)
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