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cjlasky7In case you haven't noticed, things have not been going well here at the old homestead.
The latest: on Friday night, my son slipped in the bathroom and banged his head on either the tile floor or the edge of the bathtub. We couldn't quite get an accurate account of events because he couldn't remember falling or momentarily passing out. Naturally, we freaked--and so, barely three days after I left the hospital, our family was back in the ER.
My wife took him down to Methodist Hospital's pediatric ER, which was the smart move. Hospitals make my son very uncomfortable--he was practically looking for exits when he visited my room--so the pediatric ER was a little less intense than your standard, chaotic ER. He was in and out in a few hours. He has a minor concussion; no medication required and no strenuous activity for two weeks.
So with D. on concussion protocol and me on my blood thinner meds (and suffering from a winter cold, too!), my wife has declared herself the healthiest person in the house--which, if you know her various health problems, is a simultaneously hilarious and depressing declaration.
At least the cat is okay.
But if you want to pinpoint when this bad luck streak REALLY started, I guess you have to go back to the end of September, when Brooklyn got hit with eight inches of rain. In the 16+ years we've owned this house, we never had any problems with the basement. But this time, it was too much rain for the structure to hold. No, it wasn't a full-on flood, but there was enough water damage to bring up the unpleasant possibility of mold.
It took weeks to renovate the basement, to waterproof it, repaint it and get the furnishings back to my wife's exact specifications. The basement has always been my wife's refuge, her safe space when she's overloaded with stress. (She's a New York City schoolteacher. She has a lot of stress.) The water damage shattered her illusion of safety; and, to be honest, it shattered mine, too. Now, every time it rains, I check the walls of the basement...just to be sure.
(We also had water dripping down from the upstairs bathroom that's cracked the dining room ceiling. But, frankly, we're too exhausted to deal with that now.)
To sum up: both the house and its occupants are not in the best of health right now. But we will persevere! I'll try to keep you updated...
The latest: on Friday night, my son slipped in the bathroom and banged his head on either the tile floor or the edge of the bathtub. We couldn't quite get an accurate account of events because he couldn't remember falling or momentarily passing out. Naturally, we freaked--and so, barely three days after I left the hospital, our family was back in the ER.
My wife took him down to Methodist Hospital's pediatric ER, which was the smart move. Hospitals make my son very uncomfortable--he was practically looking for exits when he visited my room--so the pediatric ER was a little less intense than your standard, chaotic ER. He was in and out in a few hours. He has a minor concussion; no medication required and no strenuous activity for two weeks.
So with D. on concussion protocol and me on my blood thinner meds (and suffering from a winter cold, too!), my wife has declared herself the healthiest person in the house--which, if you know her various health problems, is a simultaneously hilarious and depressing declaration.
At least the cat is okay.
But if you want to pinpoint when this bad luck streak REALLY started, I guess you have to go back to the end of September, when Brooklyn got hit with eight inches of rain. In the 16+ years we've owned this house, we never had any problems with the basement. But this time, it was too much rain for the structure to hold. No, it wasn't a full-on flood, but there was enough water damage to bring up the unpleasant possibility of mold.
It took weeks to renovate the basement, to waterproof it, repaint it and get the furnishings back to my wife's exact specifications. The basement has always been my wife's refuge, her safe space when she's overloaded with stress. (She's a New York City schoolteacher. She has a lot of stress.) The water damage shattered her illusion of safety; and, to be honest, it shattered mine, too. Now, every time it rains, I check the walls of the basement...just to be sure.
(We also had water dripping down from the upstairs bathroom that's cracked the dining room ceiling. But, frankly, we're too exhausted to deal with that now.)
To sum up: both the house and its occupants are not in the best of health right now. But we will persevere! I'll try to keep you updated...
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Date: 2024-01-15 03:44 am (UTC)