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Couldn't sleep last night. No, not at all. I blame a combination of stress and caffeine, but I am vowing before this company that I am not going to let my tiredness become the kid's problem. It's not her fault I couldn't sleep, and she's got enough to worry about with the doctor thing today. She doesn't need my being impaired by sleep deprivation on top of it. So okay. Game face, and all that.

(And I have to wake her at 7am, which to this kid may as well be the middle of the freaking night.)

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I'm gonna find the person who invented Blessed Valium and kiss that person on the mouth. Because of Blessed Valium, even though the kid didn't sleep last night, she was really mellow this morning. Because of Blessed Valium, she did not have her typical medical-stuff freakout before the procedure. Because of Blessed Valium, she said, before the actual injections started, "Um, I don't want to be mean, but it's kind of weird having you here watching; could you wait outside?" and I got to sleep during the procedure, which, after the injections, she slept through, because of Blessed Valium.

Go, Valium, rah rah rah!