July 15-3 2330

After a short rest tonight, I find myself wishing I could be struck by a sense of clarity which would explain the last 9 weeks, but it remains elusive. This morning, the sound of Tyler's voice, terrified at not understanding what was happening to his own body, was simply wrenching. Rushing to meet him at the ER, the same place this horrible journey began 9 weeks ago, elicited chilling feelings of deja vu. There, thank G-d, the similarities, for the most part, ended. Because Ty wasn't considered triage urgent, a 7 hour visit to the circus began, complete with a ring master, clowns, acrobats, and animals. All the staff, when they were able to attend to Tyler, were outstanding. But there seems to be some type of spacial anomaly which causes time to elongate. When we were told something would take 10 minutes, the trick was to add a zero to the estimate. A part of me was grateful that Ty didn't require the same urgent attention as our last visit, but the impatient parent in me constantly felt things were just moving too glacially. Ty's CAT scan results were great The Neuro-PA raved at how normal it all appeared. All the blood work came back fine. Tyler's vital signs were good as well. After all was said and done, they couldn't confirm the event was indeed a seizure, but possibly some transient event resulting from a million possible factors. The staff decided to not prescribe an anti-seizure med unless there was further evidence or similar activity. Tyler was finally released and allowed to travel with me to the Traurig House to pick up his necessary possessions and meds. Upon arrival, I was given a prescription from the on staff MD for an anti-seizure med. An explanation and an I know better than they do, lecture ensued. I essentially told the Doc, we were going to follow the advise of the people who initially operated on Ty and saved his life, and if feelings were hurt as a result, she could essentially go "piss up a rope". No... I didn't say that verbatim 'cause my Mom would have kicked my ass, but I made sure the essence was there. Ty became a bit nauseous towards the end of the ride to Traurig, but as the true trooper he is, we pressed on. Once the car was packed, and goodbyes said, we left the parking lot and suddenly needed to stop a moment for Ty. We were immediately asked by security if all was well. We both assured him, Ty just needed a bit of air and a break from driving. This wasn't sufficient for our obviously under worked Samaritan, by the time he got off the radio, we had 2 nurses and 4 other staff members offering unnecessary adult supervision to the situation. Finally on the road again, the traffic fairies smile on us, and we were able to make an uneventful transit home (nearly 12 hours after this all began). Bob, Jamie, Ryan, and Heidi did a top notch job with the new porch, and Ty got a first rate greeting from the dogs. Jamie stuck around and had dinner with Tyler, and the 2 buddies sat, laughed and shared stories and videos for a while, it seemed like old times. It would have taken power tools to get the smiles off both their faces. Now with both our boys back under the roof, I find myself feeling like I did when the kids were infants and I would sneak into their room while they slept to ensure they were still OK. By the way, Ty is sleeping comfy with the dogs close by. I have some pictures I'll share tomorrow, or should I say later today. No worries, I'll be up in an hour to look in on Tyler again anyway.