A waiting game...

Ever since last Thursday evening Amy's had a slightly discolored ankle...swollen and quite painful to touch. About the time I'm ready to call the Dr, however, it looks/feels a bit better. Last night it was the worst yet and my normally optimistic girl had a really tough time smiling thru it. She's certainly entitled to a "pity party" when she hurts, but rarely do we see one. When the smile doesn't quite reach her face, I know it's bad. Today Bethany had to take over the babysitting job Amy was committed to, and I might be calling the Dr, depending how things look/feel when she wakes up. Our doctor's office probably thinks we cry wolf, but if they only knew the strength Amy has during the tough stuff, they'd understand that we only call when desperation sets in. Perhaps it's time to find a new local Dr? Lots to think about. Right now it's a waiting game. We're quite eager to get to Scottsdale next week. This uncertainty is so hard.