Here we sit all broken hearted, The trip is shit, Boy barely farted. As Han Solo would say "I have a bad feeling about this", I never felt the trip to Wisconsin was going to happen. Boy doesn't seem to have anything wrong that doctors could see, but that isn't stopping him from being whiny. In the interest of decent parenting, I must recuse myself from the vacation we were fixing to take with my in-laws. It just seems wrong to head off into a week of supposed fun roaming the country while one of my top two sperms sits at home wondering if he'll ever get any better.
After going to the emergency room on Monday night, we had figured whatever was in his system would have ridden itself out by now, but apparently not. They did a couple of checks, the spinal tap, and a cat scan while also taking about five vials for different blood tests to determine what is growing in him. Wife took him back to Austin Regional Clinic today and the doctor there was able to call St. David's and get the results. Everything was clean as far as all the blood tests, on top of the no meningitis or tumors leaves less and less that could be wrong.
He had continued to be a pain in the ass since getting home from the E/R. He kept complaining of having the massive headache, the body aches, then the headache went away but it got replaced with a shoulder pain, which is why Wife took him back to the doctor. The only difference today is she told him to take more ibuprofen which he did and that allowed him to sleep more.
Consequently, we will have to find something to do locally and call it a vacation. There is the Austin Zoo or sleeping all day. We could go to Katy Mall or sleep all day. I don't know, stuff has a way of fixing itself. Keeping it short because it is almost the end of the day.
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