Ok, so we all know I'm counting the days until August 25, which is my birthday. But recently I've started counting down to August for reasons I never foresaw at the beginning of the summer.
SuperHubby was in the hospital twice (yes, twice) in June. First he spent a couple of days in East Cooper with a massive migraine. That was mid-June. Then at the end of June he spent a week at our old friend MUSC with - wait for it - meningitis. Yes, it is terribly rare for the same person to get meningitis twice. Yes, even more so within 6 months of the first bout. Yes, SH managed to pull it off.
So he spent a week with the second round of meningitis, which frankly wasn't nearly as bad as the first, and when he got home all was well for a couple of days. But he still seemed off. After much discussion, we took a trip back to MUSC and asked them to check the shunt. Long story short, he had a shunt revision on July 4.
The doctors checked the valve in his head, which was working fine, but once they crack open your head they have to replace it anyway because now they've introduced bacteria and all that jazz. However, in an incredibly enlightened moment, the doctor decided to check the tubing that runs through his chest and into his heart, and it turns out it was clogged with scar tissue. They snipped that little piece out and put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
Meanwhile, I already had scheduled FrogBoy's oral surgery for July 7. I was told he needed several weeks to completely heal before school started, so I didn't have a lot of options. And when things started going in the pooper with SH, I decided to just have a crappy week and go ahead with Froggie's surgery anyway.
He was AMAZING. I didn't give him nearly the credit I should have. (Do I ever?) He didn't stress or freak or anything. The only issue we had was the IV, and no one likes an IV, so I understand his feelings there.
We were at St. Francis (yes, totally different hospital from SH, just to make it fun) for 3 hours. He came home, slept on the sofa for an hour, and was back to my normal FrogBoy later that day. Several days later I was finally able to give him real food, and a collective sigh was let out by us all.
So yes, August, I greet you with open arms. I need a break.
