She looked at LP carefully and my throat caught a little. Here we go. I made myself smile.
“So… he has Down syndrome?”
From here, it usually goes few ways:
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I hate hospitals. I dislike the sterile feel, the winding hallways, the beeps, the snap and rustle of plastic. Even more than that, I feel out of control. I personally experience hospitals this way, I can’t help it. I can’t ever seem to shake the feeling that I’m being shuttled down a preordained path. Read the rest of this entry »