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Under the microscope

Today was the day--first day to begin the studies.  Dad took Eef and I down to OU Med, so Ethan could be more properly diagnosed.  It was a bizarre experience.
Getting to OU Med was a slight adventure.  We took 35 S to avoid construction.  It's like a bizarre, slightly depressing acid trip getting there.  You weave through ghetto-licious streets, past multi-colored origami-styled buildings, and you know you're on the right track when you veer left of the hot pink building with Cookie Monster on it.  We finally found it--thanks to Dad practically living at OU Med these past 3 years.  Lord help me when I have to drive myself! 
Ginger (the lady who came to our house earlier and went through the paper-work for me), met us and helped us get checked-in.  From that moment, I had no idea what to expect.  We took Ethan to a room that had a marker-board, a tub of various toys in plastic bags, and a little table with the Holy Grail on it.  Okay, so maybe it wasn't the Cup of Christ, but to Ethan it might as well have been.  It was a Sesame Street Singing Pop-Up Pals toy.  (See above pic.)  You can open and close doors, windows, and Oscar's trash can lid.  Dad and I were ushered into an "observation" room, while Ethan happily attacked the Grail.  I felt like I was about to watch a police interrogation.  The glass is one-way, so to Ethan it was one, big mirror.  I felt sorry for the Dr., because she had a dickens of a time getting Ethan away from that toy.  She finally had to hide it, which lead to a spectacular melt-down.  Tears, screaming, hitting, kicking, throwing, etc.  (He even slapped her across the face--he would have been a stain if he'd tried that on me).  I found myself talking to the mirror.  "Don't hit!  Don't kick!"  She would manage to calm him down and get him to do one task or another.  Throughout the process, she was furiously scribbling notes on forms.  I really wonder at some of the "games."  Some I understood.  He put together the puzzle in less than a minute.  Others...hmmm.  One game consisted of her blowing up a balloon and then...tttttthhhhhhhppppp! letting it go.  Ethan thought it was funny, and laughed and jumped up and down appreciatively.  Not sure what great point he was supposed to achieve from that.  Lastly, he was given this rubber duckie, and told to dip it into bubble solution, and then blow bubbles with it.  My child rocked that Duck.  Too much, though.  She had to drag him screaming out of the room.  She was slightly winded and asked me, hesistantly, "Um...is this typical behavior for him?"  I felt embarrassed to admit, that yes, my child can be quite the Hell Beast.  But, thankfully that part is over and Ethan's results will be in soon.  Now if I can just find that Rubber Ducky blower...

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