Today Kevin (my son Kevin, not the Pilot) is on his feet, working at the shop, on relatively-mild meds for his pain. This is a big step forward towards breaking the cycle that he’s been on for almost three weeks, where his still-undefined abdominal pain has been running his life and doing a number on him. This is an experiment (hopefully a successful experiment) to show that, while he can’t get rid of the pain, the pain cannot get rid of him. We’re hoping for a busy day that keeps him occupied and “normal.” So far, so good.
Kevin (that would be my son Kevin, not pilot Kevin) is still off the bike, not at school, and in a lot of pain as the doctors still don’t have a handle on what’s going on with him. He’s been in for a lot of tests, all sorts of things have been ruled out (I dared to ask the urologist today if some sort of evil tumor could be the issue, but he assured me that it would have been seen on the x-ray or cat scan), but we still don’t know what it is. We seem to be moving through a process of elimination rather than determination, which just doesn’t seem how you’d expect modern medicine to work. It’s like an episode of House, and that’s not really something I want to feel kinship with in this manner (but my daughter adds that, unlike House, nobody’s suggested that it’s Lupus).
The Karma thing comes to mind when I wondered gee, is this how a customer feels when they’ve brought their bike in three times for the same thing and we still haven’t gotten it figured out? I’m going to be a lot more sympathetic to that sort of thing in the future. But for now, please, let’s find someone who can fix my kid.