On Wednesday evening last week, I said good-bye to the library for five days. Below I will give you a breakdown of what happened each day of what was going to be a wondrous vacation.
My son had had an ear infection that wasn’t getting better. He is a stubborn beast and even with two of us holding him and trying every trick to get him to take his antibiotic orally, he wasn’t getting enough of it to help him. (the nurses would bear this out later in the day, saying they had “never seen a kid so determined not to take his medicine”).
The doctor said “Let’s give him a shot of Rocephin.” After the shot he broke out in hideous hives and was loaded into an ambulance ten minutes later. The doctor said in 27 years he had never seen a child have a bad reaction to this drug.
“How worried should we be?” I asked.
“It could be…as bad as it can be,” said the doctor.
Janette rode in the ambulance while I went home and grabbed clothes. By the time I got there they had decided that he was going to be okay, but they kept him for 24 hours for observation.
That evening I performed a routine adjustment in my nether regions and found a giant lump, about the size of a grape.
Dear oh dear.
I went and picked my son up and took him home. Then I headed over to the Medical Clinic for a fabulous exam and ultrasound of my man-bits, which were getting increasingly painful.
They said that it was unlikely that it was cancer, but couldn’t rule it out. They would not have the results until Monday at the earliest.
“Enjoy your weekend!”
It took six adults eight hours to put together the most massive swingset you have ever seen. This was actually a very nice day, but I could barely walk because of the increased soreness of old Righty, substituting a sad little waddle instead as I handed people wrenches and tried not to be completely useless.
All three of us are now sick on top of everything else. Fevers, chills, coughing, a veritable symphony of hacking and gags. Oh my.
Nothing too terrible has happened yet, but it’s only 8:52. I’m waiting on the results of my super-duper testicular ultrasound. If you have fingers, please cross them. It’s exhausting to be nervous and I’m sick of it.
Update…everything (there are two masses) is benign. I might need surgery if the pain gets bad, but I’m not planning on it.
Sitting is a challenge right now, so I may not get much writing done this week. If any of you have been dying to send me a guest post, this might be a good time for it, dearest homies.
And of course, I would like to hear about your own worst vacations.