Tranquility Base

Wow last night was even a worse night than when I was in Emerg all night and dying of thirst…
They moved the new guy into my room and he turned out to be worse that the first contestant. This guy talked loud in the middle of his sleep AND snored loud. I got no sleep at all…now I’ve got something to push at the docs a bit more in efforts to spur them on to let me go home where I can be comfortable (and free) and be kept awake all night the good old fashioned way- my babies!!

I got so many nice emails from friends far away, and a phone call from Joni who has been acting as a spokesman for me :muwah: If they let me get out of here today/this evening I might even get home in time to play some wordscraper (which I can’t do on this hospital machine: so I big aplogogy to all my wordscraper pals like Jen, Jenn, Autumn, Donna, Gen, Andi, and Mandy…and everyone else who escapes my failing memory at the moment…hang with me I really believe I’m almost discharged now.

A Vegas area snap from a few years back…

So they decided to keep me over at least another night

We finally spoke to the neurologist on staff and he’s wanting at least another round of blood tests in the morning, so they’ll now have to clear it with him AND another neurologist AND an infectious disease chief before they decide whether to let me go tomorrow.

Shell and my father-in-law just came by for a long visit which was wonderful, but when we found out I had to stay then it made me even sadder to see them leave.

The loud roommate got busted out. I’m really all alone now, though it’s probably quite soon they’ll be bringing in another schmoo for the act.

Someone rescue me NOW!

One of my doctor’s just visited me holding out hope they may discharge me sometime today.
Of course I try never to believe to strongly until I’m actually dressed and walking out to the parking lot.
They still don’t know what the problem is, but they’ve been eliminating things. They may want to keep me in house to run a few more tests, but I’m hoping they agree to let me go out patient to follow up.

My room is somewhat nice. This is the big brand new hospital in Brampton that just opened recently. But I have a roommate who is not the most agreeable- he’s really loud…his whole family is loud and he enjoys keeping the lights on his side on (which of course makes the fact that I’m ultra sensitive to light rather difficult).

I had a nice ride for my MRI through another wing of the hospital the other day and there was a snowstorm blowing just beautifully outside- it was the first since I was brought here that I missed my camera, hopefully I’ll get a chance to shoot again soon.

Hospital food has been very hit and miss here. My lunch arrived a little while ago, it was some good chicken and pasta and 3 huge stalks of broccoli; BUT there was this horrid cream carrot soup and of course everything is enhanced by coffee (it IS Canada after all)

Obviously I have nothing to say and I’m just bored out of my mind and desperate for attention and love (blame it on the meds)

So hi everyone!
Yes I am still alive, sorry if I gave everyone (including myself) the wrong idea.
Thanks to my wife’s insistence I have a laptop connection so I can at least stay in touch with the world until they release me from here.

Basically, on New Years Eve I started to feel sick again, much like the last few weeks, but this episode was much worse.

About mid-afternoon I went to bed, and about 6pm I woke up and just pretty much started vomiting everywhere in the house. I don’t remember anything else, except coming to in the ER many hours later.
I was apparently unreponsive. After about 30 hours in the ER, where they gave me a spinal tap, another CT scan, some xrays and eventually the next day an MRI, I was moved to Neurology and here I remain a prisoner until they figure out what the heck is wrong with me.

It’s almost 10pm on Sun and I fine…I’m a little weak, but otherwise okay I think.
They pump me with antibiotocs (which make me feel sick) and they wait for something to pop up that might look like the problem. So far 2 CTscans, and the MRI were clean, but they still don’t know the source of the white blood cells in my spinal fluid

Anyway, I’m a alive so far and that’s the important thing.
My number if anyone wants to call or come by the hospital is:

905 494 2120 ext 51270
Bramtpon Civic Hosp Room N2-487

I’ll try to write more tomorrow, and maybe one of these days I’ll get to go home.

just to let you all know that ron is in the hospital, he went by ambulance new years eve and has been admitted into the neurology dept. he is doing well and feeling much better. at this point there is no diagnosis but the nurse thinks they suspect a brain or spinal infection. more as soon as we can. we are doing fine, he was talking well and joking with me tonight.

shelley

The best day of the year, obviously, occurred February 27th…Charlotte made her debut, much to the relief of everyone in the family, with the possible exception of Ginny Grace who took two days to enjoy her baby sister before informing us it was time to take her back to the hospital.
Gracie started full-force into the throes of terrible two’s and jealousy. Dixie lay around the house, rolling her eyes, and begging us to stop bringing babies home because she was here first.

January was the last month that my father was coherent. We had been warned that he had only a few months left to live, and I was terrified I wouldn’t get to say goodbye to him. We couldn’t travel since Shell was in the last week’s of the pregnancy, but I was just hoping Dad would stay alive long enough to get to hold Charlotte (who we were still calling the Riddler at the time).
I called to Virginia every other day or so and get depressing updates about his condition. Though he survived until May, January seemed exceedingly long and difficult.

Since some have asked…here’s the tree set up in the new house (in the den).
Yesterday, while Shell was out picking up some stuff for the house, Charlotte decided that it would be a pefect time to try and swallow a carpet tack. I couldn’t get her to spit it out and finally had to stick my finger down her throat several times until she yurp’d it up. She cried so much, or I hurt her trying to fish it out, that she’s completely hoarse today- it just makes me sad to ‘hear’ her.

Shelley and Gracie trying to stay awake Sunday morning after the brutal moving day…