We are doing a series of tests and specialist doctors' appointments in the next few weeks, deciding how to handle Eloise's situation. Today was the esophogram and upper GI study. I have been dreading it, with good reason. She has to lay flat on the X-ray table, then the nurses bind her legs together with ace wrap so she can't wiggle, and another nurse stands at the head of the table and pins her arms above her head. Then a giant, noisy machine slowly comes across her body as the doctor slowly injects fluid into her G-tube, intentionally causing her to reflux the nasty fluid.

Its tantamount to torture. Not that anyone has a choice about it. I know she won't remember it, but I will, and I hate it.

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