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Monday, October 1, 2012

Spiders and Dead Pumps and Shingles, oh and Vacation!

This past weekend we were all able to get away with family to the beach. As the four day weekend approached, Tom and I got excited about having four days away, to...... anywhere! Unfortunately, it would not come without jumping a few large, disgusting, and frustrating hurdles first!

As the vacation-eve came to an end, I made one last trip to the garage freezer, in hopes of snagging a Klondike Bar before bed. When I opened the garage door, a large furry, eight-legged creature greeted me. I promptly freaked out and shut the door. As I called Tom to execute our furry friend I made sure to let him know the caliber of his opponent. The body was larger than a grape and the legs spanned about four inches or more. Now, living in Northern Virginia, this is NOT an everyday “animal” of the habitat.

As Tom entered the garage he said “I don’t see anything.” This disturbed me as much as finding him chillin’ out in my garage. Hell no, this thing was not going to live in MY garage. As a good hubby does, he scanned the garage and found him hangin’ out under the car. I grabbed the largest fly swatter I had that happens to be a flip-flop on a long stick....... yea, that’s right, you heard me. After a few estimated approaches, Tom put the spider out of “our misery.” After the swat, I heard lots of cursing and smacking/stopping. I knew what was happening, although I tried not to think of it. An old friend recently has executed two in her home which immediately spurted hundreds of........ can you guess........... yea, baby spiders!!!

Asking the dreaded question “What’s wrong,” Tom replies with “It was pregnant.” I could feel the vomit rising in my throat. I ran to get the Raid as he continued practicing Riverdance on the baby spiders. As it turns out “Flying Insect Raid” works perfectly fine on creepy-crawlies as well. As the Raid wafted into the house, I had to shut the door. When the executions ceased, we needed to back the car out, hose down the garage, and allow to fumes to air out for a bit. Tom and I both enjoyed Klondike Bars before bed to “celebrate” our efforts. The phrase “What would you do for a Klondike bar” might never sound the same again.

As time would lead on, we had another speed-bump to disrupt our routine laden lives. Tom had some trouble getting Ian’s food bag to run properly in the feeding pump the same night as the creepy-crawlies. After replacing the bag, the pump seemed to be running just fine. Overnight, audibly, the pump was perfect. The volume was increasing as the food delivered and no alarms or errors ever occurred. At 5:30A when Tom unhooked Ian from his overnight meal, he took the bag downstairs as he always does. When he placed it in the fridge, he noticed that the bag was FULL. Ian had nothing to eat overnight, nothing. Now, when this comes to a two year old with ketotic hypoglycemia, (an abbreviated fasting time from g tube feeding routines) this is a problem. When we took his blood glucose, he was safe! The reading was 83 and we said a little prayer of thanks. Typically, Ian’s number would be in the low 40s at this point....... leading to medical intervention and a possible ambulance.

We had noticed that the pump was not running as it should be even after cleaning and resetting. At 6A I called the emergency phone line for our home infusion pharmacy.... I was quickly put on hold....... HOLD......... on an emergency line. Once speaking to someone, a nurse called me back telling me she would “Pass along the message to the Pharmacist.” This does me no good at this point. Ian needs food now and I have very little leeway to give him bolus feedings through a syringe or gravity meals. Thankfully, a Pharmacist called me right back and had a driver bring a pump within the hour.

Later on in the morning, they called again and brought a back-up pump for us. This has happened twice in the last year. The insurance and home care company had decided we were permitted to have a back-up pump for future emergencies. This is incredibly rare! It wasn’t four hours after the resolve of this incident for another to come along.

As I was packing and getting ready for vacation, my husband informs me that his mother has Shingles! This is a huge problem since Ian is only half way through his Varicella vaccines. He has neither immunity from vaccination, nor from exposure to the virus. Contact and respiratory particles become a major concern, especially with Ian’s compromised immune system. It looked as though we were going to be missing a very important part of our family vacation! Our trip to the Baltimore Aquarium that day was cancelled and we made plans to spend the night with friends, as to avoid contact with Ian and the virus.

Later in the evening, good news arrived. My mother in law had visited the urgent care from anti-viral medication complications. Upon her visit, she was told by two doctors, independently from the other, that this was NOT Shingles. The Physician’s Assistant had misdiagnosed that morning at the doctor’s office.

The next morning, a much needed vacation began as we travel to the eastern shore of Maryland. Driving as the sun came up over the flat fields of corn and soybeans was so beautiful. Tom and I went to college there and it brought back many memories of the drives, and the days which didn’t seem that long ago.

Once we arrived at the beach, we were able to do lots of fun things together like miniature golf, walking on the boardwalk playing in the sand, picking crabs, and enjoying some relaxation time. Ian had lots of fun in the sand...... which was wonderfully surprising with his sensory impairments. He was very excited to play with Grandpa and chase him around in the sand...... mommy, not so much. There is always fun and games with Grandpa. 



Ian especially enjoyed playing with the miniature golf props. He liked the dinosaurs the best!




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