I’ve received several emails and a few comments inquiring into my well being, presumably because of my lack of blogging as of late. I am fine. I’ve recently taken up the art of juggling and have discovered that I’m no artist. Let me explain…
A little over three weeks ago, the lovely and talented and downright sexy Mrs. Hook went into the hospital for surgery. Nothing serious, a medical procedure that her doctor thought necessary, but not life threatening. The surgery went well, and after a few days of recovery in the hospital TLATADSMH came home with strict orders for at least one week of limited duty. My juggling began, though I had help from my very gracious mother-in-law who flew in to our undisclosed location to lend a hand (something I hear professional jugglers don’t need).
Right about the time doctors were pouring over TLATADSMH, I came down with a cold, then Renegade Ryan did too. A couple of days later, Typhoon Tyler of Trieste missed a day of school because of the bug and that very afternoon, Andrew the Adventurous came home from school and went right to bed, sick. If that wasn’t enough, TLATADSMH started running a fever and complaining of pain in the area where the surgeons had been poking around. A post-op check with the docs revealed the development of an infection, requiring the TLATADSMH to be re-admitted to the hospital for a heavy antibiotic treatment via IV.
Meanwhile, I’m still responsible for preparing some 700 soldiers for an upcoming deployment while managing 4 very active pirates. Can you imagine the balls floating in the air?
After several days of the IV treatment, it became clear to the docs that the infection was standing its ground. A second surgery insued, this one much more instrusive, and the infection was eradicated (we hope). After a few more days of recovery in the hospital, TLATADSMH came home again, this time under orders of absolutely no activity for at least a week. Oh, by the way, Castaway Conner had caught the bug during this time and 10 times worse than his fellow pirates. I ended up taking him in to see the doc for a high fever and prolonged sore throat. The diagnosis, strep. I juggle, I drop, but I continue to juggle.
Now, I don’t know about most 5-year olds, but giving my 5-year old swashbuckler his bubble gum flavored anitbiotic 3-times a day was hell. And though the other corsairs had all recovered from their bugs, I was still dragging ass with the cold from hell.
Fast forward to today….
My very gracious mother-in-law has since flown back home with my sincerest gratitude in hand, and all the boys are over their bugs, myself included, and most importantly, the lovely and talented and downright sexy Mrs. Hook is recovering nicely, feeling a little better everyday. Unfortunately, my juggling still sucks. Anyway, I hope that blogging will pick up some as I drift away from the art of juggling. Sgt Hook out.
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