fast forward about 6 months: bean's tummy troubles worsen (or at best did not change). this little florida family found out that they would be moving soon to california and so bean's mommy decided it best to revisit the doctor. again the suggestion was made to draw blood to assess the possibility of allergies and this time mommy relented; no more time could pass with the obvious discomfort of her little bean. so bean, mommy, and daddy made their way to the lab. concern, or at the very least, discontent washed over the faces of the personal at said lab once they realized their victim, uh, patient.
as bean's turn became imminent it became glaringly obvious that trepidation filled the lab as she was passed from one technician the the next until one brave soul came forward to do the 'deed'. mommy, as any mama bear would, gave a warning of touch-my-baby-you-will-suffer the consequences as daddy bear tried to diffuse the situation. mommy and daddy held bean's hand as the offending apparatus was stuck into her arm. all mommy could think of was there were many, many other little cubs out there who had it much worse with the constant poking and prodding to investigate disease (though these abstractions did NOTHING to assuage the anxiety for bean's mommy).
bean cried, mommy and daddy lost their heart. bean's morning song was sung in chorus while the deed was undertaken. and, believe it or not, she was the one who fared the best; mommy and daddy cried, the technician comforted, and the receptionist apologized profusely. three days later mommy received the call: bean is allergic to gluten, casein, and soy.
how, oh, HOW could this happen???
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