I just put in a really bad day. So I came to where I feel "safe". To the message board. I wish you guys were my next door neighbors. My daughter was up at 7am with a bladder infection. I knew that's what it was. I hate when you call a doctor's office and they have to question you like you don't know what your talking about. I know they are just doing their jobs, it is just so frustrating when you are on the other end of the phone worried. As soon as I told them about her CAH I got the first appointment. I have been through three medications today. All gag my daughter of 2 and a half years. Now we know these kids can't afford to vomit. So now I am pretty much back to square one. I just wanted regular antibiotics to crush up in applesauce. No nasty tasting berry junk. My daughter gags down Cortef three times a day, imagine adding two more doses of another nasty tasting garbage. And I would say it is close to child abuse when you have to hog tie your child down to get the dose in them.(The antibiotic) It just ain't right. I have felt like yet another failure today as the day draws to an end. I need a big "F" on my forehead. I know because I am over tired, everything looks bad. These are the days I hate this disease. And I hate the way I hate it. I always say I will be strong when she gets sick. I even support others on this board. Yet when the time comes and the day is over, I feel like I failed. I don't want to hate this disease. I want to say, "Here it is and we are handling it fine." I had that attitude til' 9am. I was proud that I identified the problem. Then after the battle of the medicine, it went down hill from there. I say repeatedly on this board that the atittude you take on about this disease, disorder, will be the attitude your child will take on. We get through it, but I feel I lack something. I feel I should not feel so bad about this disease by the end of the day. I never show any worry to my daughter, then by the time she goes to bed is when my emotions overflow. I guess it is overtiredness too. There are days I just wish no child had to have any disease. Then I count my blessings and remember that we are lucky to have a treatment. Some diseases are untreatable. Thank God my child has a treatable one. I am sorry for bringing anyone down. I am not always down, I am usually the one to try to pick everyone up. Well today I just stink. Thanks for listening.