Today, we went to the doctor to see about Julie's head and how it is trying to simultaneously explode, implode, shatter, and melt. I love these doctors. We saw Allen, who is the ultimate history-taker. He does not ask a lot of questions. He asks a few questions and then waits while you answer and you never notice how closely he is listening and watching and noticing. When the interview part is done, he puts his hands immediately on the most hurtful part and makes plans to fix it.
They sent Julie home today with some medication and an appointment for the 18th if the medication does not work so they can do a "procedure" during which they will block the nerves in her head.
This is not a cure. There cannot be a cure since we are not sure what is wrong. This will, however, make her quit hurting which, to be honest, is the only thing I care about right now.