A few posts ago, I wrote about how I had finally been able to schedule Juliana's gastric emptying study. It was scheduled for this morning at 8 AM. I should have known it was going to go badly when I scheduled it. I had asked if there were any special instructions. I was told "no". So I said, "oh, so we can feed her before hand?" To which I was told, "Oh, no. She can't have anything to eat 6 hours before the test". I responded, "Hmmm, that sounds like special instructions to me".
So, the special eggs come. Fortunately they arrive with ketchup- which Juliana has recently shown a liking to. They gave us 15 minutes to get as much eggs into her as we could. Ryan loaded up each egg bite with ketchup. After maybe 4 or 5 bites, Juliana was done. She refused to open her mouth. The techs came in and told us we had to get her to eat more eggs. I explained that she was all done, that she would not eat anymore and that if she had not eaten enough they needed to put it into her drink. By this time Juliana was crying on the floor.
The head tech came back and told us that they were not able to put the isotope in her drink now because she had some already in her system from the egg and the test would not be accurate, because they wouldn't be able to tell what was solid and what was liquid in her stomach. "You told us that we had to get her to eat some of the eggs. We did that. If you had told us she needed to eat all of the eggs, we would have told you that that was not going to happen. Now what are we going to do?" "You will have to come back another time and do the test". To which Ryan immediately replied, "We don't want to come back here." I asked, "Can we schedule the test right now while we are still here?" "Well, I need to get a new order from the doctor since she didn't complete the test." "Are you kidding me?!? You know what, I'll just talk to Dr. Fishbein at our appointment later this month." If I was this incompetent at my job, I would be fired by now.
Since they couldn't do the test, we fed Juliana (who drank her drink- about 4 ounces and stopped crying) got her dressed, and then left to go back home. I called my mom to let her know why we were coming home, only to find out that she was also having a bad day- she lost her contact and Noah dropped a flashlight in the toilet after he peed in it- a perfect day all around.
Sometimes it seems like God is just finding ways to test us. "Hmmm, what can I do to set off Jenna and Ryan today? I think I'll mess with the test that has taken them a month to set up. Sounds like a plan to me." I know that's not how He works, but today that's how I feel. On a positive note, I only swore in my head and via text message and I didn't punch anything.