Two days until Esme's assessment. The assessment we've been waiting almost a year for. The assessment we almost paid 2000 dollars for. The assessment that is now being covered. The assessment that will ideally give us a diagnosis and let us start getting more services, or at least on waiting lists for services. The 2-plus-hour, intensive assessment. Ya, that one.
And guess who's sick.
The "assess-ee" herself, Ezzy.
And... ahemm.... other unmentionable symptoms.
She is in pretty good spirits, so as long as shes not any worse tomorrow, I will go ahead and keep our appointment.
But Esme doesn't like to do anything the easy way.
Life's just too boring that way.