We're home...

I’m glad to say we’re finally home. Tom is curled up in bed with Alex laying on his chest purring like a lawnmower. We’ll be meeting with the neurologist at the end of the week where they’ll run a few more tests and see if they can find anything. Otherwise though, he’s on seizure meds and will take the week off to rest.

He had a spinal plug put in today because they made a slight tear in the fluid sack in his spine during the spinal tap Saturday night. He’d been having headaches that refused to go away with medication. The procedure was actually pretty interesting although if you’re squeamish you’ll want to skip to the next paragraph. They take blood out of the arm and insert it into the spinal tap area. The blood creates a natural clot which stops the leak and heals the area. He’ll be sore for a few days but at least shouldn’t have any more headaches. So, pretty much he’s on bed rest for the week so the plug doesn’t fall out and his strength can be regained.

On the bright side, we arrived home to find a giant Halloween snow-globe set up in the living room courtesy of Lesley and Joe. Lesley remembered me lamenting that I wouldn’t be able to put out any decorations this year and they ran out this afternoon to pick it up. She said since we have a Christmas snow-globe, of course we had to have one for Halloween too as that’s our favorite holiday. And Mike and Andrea were wonderful and dropped off his prescriptions from Walgreens as well as pizza money so I don’t have to cook.

Tom is still concerned about missing school. He hates the idea of staying home when there’s music to be played and classes to attend. I would worry that he might sneak out to the school if Don hadn’t already agreed to watch over him while I’m in class. Still, it might be good for him. Tom doesn’t rest very often and this is the chance for him to really recover his strength.

I’m holding up okay. I’m going to send his out and then crash. I’m excited at the prospect of starting my internship but worried because it means leaving Tom. I know he’ll be fine, and in good hands but it’s still hard to leave him.

Thank you everyone for your thoughts and emails. For any of Tom’s students, Tom wants you to know that he’s feeling better and thank you for all the emails and messages. He misses all of you and can’t wait to get back to class. Thank you John for keeping the groups going and Ty or getting information out to everyone. And keep practicing, he can’t wait to see how we’ll you’re all doing when he gets back. His actual quote was a bit more menacing and I refuse type it. Something about practice or else… But he meant it in the most loving way possible.