What's worse than telling a needle-phobic child her bloods are due?

Telling her she needs her bloods doing again as her sample clotted and couldn't be tested!

"Mum, how often do I need blood tests?" asks G (generally before and after most blood tests).
"Usually annually, which means every year G. However sometimes you might need it half way through the year."
"Ok then, so I had then done when I was 5, so I'll not need them until I'm 6?" she replies, a twinge of hope in her voice.
"Hopefully so, yes," I say. Knowing I can't promise it will be a year.

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G had to attend her latest paediatric endocrine appointment with Daddy as I was tied up elsewhere with little H and his MMR jabs. Daddy was a tad nervous as he knows that when it comes to G, my brain is full-to-bursting with questions, and information. But I'd sent him armed and ready, and he did good (McDonalds and all......):

• As expected, G is continuing to grow well. Another 3cm in just as many months. 
• Due to headaches, and general pains, G's daily injection dosage is being DECREASED, with a view to reassess in 3 months time.
• The results of the bloods were non-existent due to aforementioned clotting saga.  
• G will need a 24 hour blood pressure monitor next week as a result of some high readings, and also the headaches. How it will be possible for a 5 year old to wear a blood pressure monitor for 24 hours, function as normal, go to school, and have accurate readings I do not know!

So, we await the next appointment, and then go through the rigmarole of booking in with the paed team and play specialists to get another sample of blood (hopefully minus the needle slipping out, and the wrong pots being used!). We are also awaiting ears and eyes again, but generally she copes fairly well with these now. Thankfully.

In other news:

G only has a few more weeks left in reception class. How has that happened? She is still no school lover, and thus the prospect of a 6 week break is filling her with great joy. The end of the 6 week break and return to school is filling me with dread...

We had sports day yesterday. I say sports day in the loosest sense of the term (non-competitive), but she still thoroughly enjoyed herself, and I was still a beaming mumma cheering her on from the sideline.

Daddy has his big operation in August. No work, playing with the kids, lifting the kids, or anything (including lawn mowing, much to his disgust) for 4-6 weeks. We're praying for a safe op and speedy recovery so we can have daddy back to normal, minus the nasty pain he's had for the past few years.

G is powering through her daily antibiotics, and her left ear is playing ball so far. Lets hope it continues.

Countdown to Cornwall. Eeeek, not long now, then lots of quality family time. This sunshine best stick around!

P.S. Did you see any Turner Syndrome posts for Turner Syndrome awareness day on June 21st? My newsfeed was CRAMMED full. I was, and am, so proud to be a part of the TS family, and to have amazing G as my daughter.