Toofy

Atticus got his first tooth on March 6. We took him and Adrienne to the doctor for their 9 month checkup and I noticed it coming in on his upper gum. Yesterday he got another tooth on his upper gum. He is going to be one goody looking kid. To buck teeth and no teeth on his lower jaw. Adrienne has had her two lower teeth for quite a while now.

The kids can continued to be sick, sick, sick. London has bronchitis and an ear infection along with painful earaches. Atticus has a very deep yucky sounding cough and Adrienne has an ear infection.

At least Adrienne is always happy. She is such a happy baby. Then there is her brother- always pissed off. He crawls around and cries constantly.

These three kids are taking so many damn antibiotics that pretty soon all bacteria will be resistant to all the antibiotics. I can't count the number of Omnicef and amoxicillin prescriptions we have gone through.

London absolutely hates some of her medicine and we have to constantly threaten her with going back to the hospital to get her to take it. It is a dirty tactic but it works, by Mars. London has been absent from the Montessori school for over a week now. She missed her VCUG because she was sick and now it is rescheduled for March 15.

The wife has been going insane with all three at home all day long. Yesterday she was upstairs and had left Adrienne by herself downstairs and the next thing she knew Adrienne was crawling down the upstairs hall. She had climbed up the staircase in the kitchen by herself and had made it successfully without incident. At 9 months old if she slipped and fell it could have killed her. I am to blame for a lot of the problem because I have not installed the gates at the bottom of the stairs. We jam a chair up against the bottom of the staircase but obviously Adrienne has figured out how to get around the chair.

I am having so many PVC's (premature ventricular complexes) that can't drink. I really miss my daily glass of wine and I miss microbrews too.

Racked out in Reno

This is what I wrote on my Crackberry when laying in the emergency room in Reno.

Laying in St. Marys hospital in Reno with an IV in my left arm hooked up to an EKG and I am pissed off about being here. I went into Atrial Fibrillation between the time we took off from Dallas and when we got lost in the rental van. That jackass Brad took us about 40 miles out of the way before we figuted out that we were going the wrong way.
I started feeling like shit in the van and was being uncharachterstically quiet so the guys wondered what was wrong with me.

So it turned out to be a good thing that we had to go back through Reno to get to the house North of lake Tahoe.

Jim dialed the GPS on his phone and took us Direcctly to the hospital.

The cute chick who saw me first told me that I didn't sound like I was a resident of Reno. Dammit! I try hard not to sound like a hick but it obviously doesn't work.
My blood pressure was too high and my pulse was 112. I waited to be abmitted while the guys went to get some food.

When I was filling out the paperwork to admit me I all of the sudden went back into sinus Rhythm. This was confirmed when the got me in a bed and hooked me up to the EKG.
So here I lie in sinus rhythm with an irregular beat every 20 seconds or so waiting. At least I have already talked to the doctor. She told me that they were going to call my cardiologist at Baptist.

If I had to guess, I would suspect that there is not anything they can do unless I go back into AFib and stay there