I can't believe it's been 10 days since I last posted.
Dan is finishing up his math class, and should be getting an A (or a high B). It's really an achievement, and his schoolwork is finally starting to recover from the downslide after the fire.
We spent the weekend away in Seattle, our first real weekend away from Kellen. Although we missed him, it didn't hurt to have a weekend away from the constant demanding needs of another human. The first night we were out to a nice dinner on the water, and another family came in with a whiny toddler, and I wanted to tell them that I had a No-toddler-within-50-feet-of-earshot rule while on vacation, but that didn't seem fair! We have certainly caused our share of raucous at restaurants.
Our trip was mostly for my check-up with the Lyme doctor, and we decided to add on a couple days away. This was the view from our hotel room:
We watched cruise ships load and unload passengers as though it were a 24 hour cattle call. We made a mental note that if we ever went on a cruise, we'd arrive late and make sure we could afford to be a VIP.
On Friday, I had a PICC line put in. It's a more permanent IV line that allows me to give myself daily meds that will hopefully penetrate the blood-brain barrier and kick these spirochetes to the ground. After I had it put in, I told Dan we needed to name it. When Dad was sick with cancer and we were being given a five year life expectancy (it's been nine years thanks to a great clinical trial), we named his IV stand Freddie. Whenever it was time to walk around 4-south, one hand on the pole, the other closing his hospital gown, it gave us a momentary laugh to call for Freddie, the IV stand. I guess it personalizes medicine a little and makes it less scary or... medical. Dan decided that we should name it Venus, the intravenous PICC line.
And if life wasn't exciting enough, the air has started filling with smoke as two wildfires burn in the area. I really don't know if I'm cut out to live in an area where wildfires are an annual occurrence.