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PrepGirl has to go to the Children's Hospital tomorrow for an abdominal ultrasound. Now, she freaks when she has a check up; PrepGirl thinks because of this, she is going to die. Her blood pressure is always freakishly high when she goes to the doctor; I'm surprised the doctors clear her for sports at all. She had to have a shot last year and the nurse had to put her on the exam table and get a cold compress because she was afraid PrepGirl was going to faint.

This year, one mother pointed to my girls and told her own sweet angels to "look at the big girls." I assured her that mine weren't the examples she was looking for. Mine had to have their fingers pricked this year; hers had two shots apiece. Mine had ample drama. Hers didn't whimper.

Now, PrepGirl has to have this ultrasound because the newest pediatrician in the practice thinks her abdominal pulse is loud and she can see it. Dr. Newgirl said that PrepGirl is skinny and has hardly any body fat and that could be the reason why her pulse is so predominant. Dr. Newgirl just wants to err on the side of caution; I can't fault that.

PrepGirl is convinced that Dr. Newgirl is just out to ruin one day of summer vacation.

I think the major reason behind all the gloom and doom is the fact that PrepGirl can't have anything to eat or drink for 8 hours before this whole procedure. Well, our appointment is at 2:30 PM.

Great. Let's not let a teenager eat or drink (or chew gum for that matter) all day long.

Can't wait.

I think that this is just one way to ruin a day of summer vacation for teachergirl.