Maybe my trip report will be less boring if I tell you about it in numbers. (I borrowed this post idea from an author, Shannon Hale's blog.)
Hours spent on the road getting there and back: between 11 and 12
Hours spent at the doctor's office: same
Total hours of sleep I got the two nights away: less than that
Blood draws: 3! (The doctor wasn't trying to be mean, but the the more he talked to us and thought, the more things he came up with for testing.)
Total number of tests I will have taken by our next visit (in one month): 10
Number of test results received so far: 1 for each of us. This result gave us a big clue as to why the kids aren't getting better, but I'm a bit like Dorothy in the "Wizard of Oz" who at first didn't get anything from the wizard that could help her out.
Worse number of the whole visit: The doctor ordered 1 Vit B injection for the kids, 1 time a week. And since Brent could tell that I was feeling left out, he talked the doctor into ordering the 1 injection per week for me too. (Why'd we bring him along, again?!)
Worse number for Brent of the whole visit: The bill.
Best number of the whole visit: 3 hugs from someone other than my immediate family: 2 from my sister and 1 from the doctor after he saw the nurse showing me the BIG box of take home tests he had ordered for us. He exclaimed: "You poor family" and held out his arms wide to give me a hug. (Two things about this: The doctor is alot older than his picture on his web-site indicates and Brent took the "poor" part of his statement literally.)
Number of meals we ate out: 2 out of 7
Number of hours spent sightseeing: about 8 - (The daylight hours of our drive there and back.) Saw from the moving car: a female bighorn sheep standing under a rugged cliff, the base and top of which were covered with spring green; beautiful mountains and pine forests brightened with fresh snow; cheery apple blossoms on the apple trees in Seattle, and a cool metal sculpture of wild running horses along a long cliff ridge in the middle of nowhere, Washington.
Number of books I bought: 1 (You know I can't go anywhere without coming home with a book or two.) Brent treated us at "Barnes and Noble", after our first long day at the doctor's office. I chose a small hardback copy of Robert Frost's poems.
Number of minutes it took me to fall asleep in my own bed on Friday night: Less than 5. I had another "Dorothy" moment: "There's no place like home."