Azzdates Version 2.0

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Since the last azzdate there have been numerous changes. Some good. Some bad. Some unknown.

1. Amonte saw the GI Dr. last week. They were not particularly impressed with the symptoms but did feel there may be a remote possibility of Crohns. They ordered a CT scan and referred us to a pediatric surgeon (the same one Dermatology did).
   
2. Monday we received a call from the Dermatology fellow to tell us that all biopsy's were negative. "Good luck getting a diagnosis. " Thanks.
3. Monday received an anxious call from pediatric surgical/endocrinologist wanting us to come at 3pm that afternoon. Met with the head of dept who is also a professor. He was impressed with the wounds and perplexed by their presentation. He firmly believes it does not fit the pattern of HS. Yahoo. However, he needs to explore more so a third surgery was scheduled for today. Boo. Hiss.
4. Back to Ann Arbor on Tuesday for Ct Scan. Ct Scan completely negative. Hip Hip Hooray.
5. Up at 5 am to head for Livonia for surgery. Zero hours of sleep night before due to baby with a fever and power outage. No power=no alarm clock. I was terrified I would over sleep even once the power came back. Got lost in the hood. Arrived at surgery center with moments to spare. Professor performed through exam under general anesthesia. No fistulas. Yeah baby. Large amount of tunneling and poor granulation of abscesses. Both areas enlarged. Shit. Professor presents information as generally positive but confusing. Does suggest that there is a strong possibility this may be Subcutaneous Crohns Disease...which is rare and untreatable. Damn. Numerous biopsies were taken and we must await results for any chance of diagnosis. Fudge.
   
6. Professor suggests change in wound care regime. Sounds simple and painless. Hot diggity Dog.
7. Quick case of diarrhea requires emergent wound care. Not simple. Not painless. U of M resident on call=no help. Pediatrician out of town=no help. Pediatrician on call="you're not my patient"=no help. Fuck me. Seriously. Tears and screaming ensued. I cried harder and longer tonight than I have in ages...so did Amonte. Boo. Hooo. Hoo.
   
8. Tomorrow somebody better do something to help this kid. I want him admitted to the hospital for pain management and wound care. I'm going to be a bitch on a mission. I'm one step from a nervous breakdown. One tiny half step. Warned.