I should be feeling good about today. Woody managed to eat something (albeit melty sticks, Pom Bears and chocolate buttons) and as suspected, he only wants to eat when he can feed himself.

But what I’m feeling is anger. I’ve felt dismissed by doctors today and made to feel like a nuisance. I’ve been spoken to rudely, I’ve been ignored. I’ve watched a doctor look at my husband and not at me when answering a question I asked.

I’ve had to suggest that standing by a door in an empty cubicle is no way to have a long sought after meeting with a doctor about my child’s condition.

I’ve had to keep my phone in my pocket that contains all the sensible and well researched questions I have because the doctor wouldn’t give me the chance to ask them.

Looking back on yesterday’s thoughts about gut instinct, under these circumstances, it wouldn’t take much for a mother to feel a very strong instinct about her child and have to swallow it down and try to forget about it because it’s just too damn hard to be heard. That makes me very angry.

On the plus side, Woody pulled off a great Skater Boy look for his EEG today.