Maybe I didn’t want to admit it out loud, but my niggling internal voices were getting stronger
“SOwhen did this all start?” She sat at her desk, pen poised, looking as though she knew all the answers but was deigning me the honor of the questions.
When did all what start?? Exactly which symptom was she referring to? I stared at the neurologist, trying to figure out how to begin. Did she want to know about pregnancy and birth? Or the fact that Chezky turned over from his stomach to back at four days old?
“Why are you here?” she interrupted my thoughts. Her voice sounded exasperated, as if she knew exactly why I was here, but wanted me to connect the dots myself.
But I knew why I was there. I had the whole speech prepared in my head. I’d been gearing up for this appointment for half a year, since Chezky had started Pre-1A. The first couple weeks of school had gone fine, but then right after Yom Tov when the learning started intensifying, things started unraveling.
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