What Happens In Vegas……..

Doesn’t always stay in Vegas (e.g. Herpes). So since everyone is asking about our trip I figure I’ll take up a bit of this note to fill you all in. Let’s see; it all started way back on June the 3rd. Once again my vision was gone and I was experiencing the awful headaches so I figured I’d go in to the Hospital and get a quick tune-up before we left. Unfortunately, they kept me overnight to kee3p an eye on me and run more tests so I ended up spending my birthday there – Good Times! I did make parole that night thankfully and the next morning we were picked up by Amy’s sister Jen who took us to the airport and gave us the VIP treatment through Westjet and into the boarding lounge. Jen works for Westjet and that’s how Amy got the tickets for my birthday. Once we got to the boarding lounge there was just enough time for one quick announcement. Jen got on the P.A. and asked that Amy and I stand (in front of lounges 16 – 22). She told everyone that we were taking the trip because Amy wanted to take me away for my 40th birthday (I like to refer to it as the 19th anniversary of my 21st birthday but summantics…). She told a quick story of what we have been through for the last year and a half and the she said the I would like to say something. At this point I dropped to one knee, pulled out a ring and held it up, telling my beautiful wife that SHE is the reason that we are all still a family, SHE was the glue that kept everything together and what a wonderful wife she was to be able to get up every morning, get the kids ready for school, take them, go to work, visit me at the hospital, come home and pick them up, do their homework, make them dinner, make them lunch, put them to bed and then do it all over again the next day while at the same time managing to save enough for this trip on one income (I told you she was wonderful). Then I looked at her and said “Amy, when we get to Vegas, will you do me the great honour of marrying me all over again?” Yes, I know, I’m a romantic bastard, but when you have a wife like this you have to find ways to keep her. Thankfully she said yes and that night we went to the Little Church of the West and we got married. Now the rest does stay in Vegas, except to say, we had a great time and we both agreed that five days was long enough.

Since then everything had been going fine. Until last Saturday. The night before we were in Port Credit with all of our friends having fun planning on seeing Sam Roberts (which we didn’t make but I think we had more fun sitting on Jamie’s front stoop). The next morning I awoke with a terrible headache and I started vomiting at 5:00 a.m. At first I thought it was a bad hangover but then I remembered that I only had 4 Coors Light all night. So it was back downtown again and I was checked in to my favourite room at the Toronto Westin, er, I mean Western. Thing however didn’t go quite as smoothly this time. They did a CT Scan and decided that I needed draining but when the doctor put the needle in my head to suck out the fluid nothing came out. “This odd” she said. “The scan shows fluid but nothing is coming out. Maybe I’ll try a bigger needle.” And she did! Two times she stuck a bigger and bigger needle into the top of my head and nothing come out. Now usually when they do this oh so delicate procedure I don’t feel the needle but when the aspirate it feels like someone is pushing both eyeballs into my head with their thumbs. This time ALL I could feel was the needle. After the third try we both agreed that maybe we should take a break and try again in the morning. You know how some fathers get breakfast in bed on Father’s Day? We so did I. Too bad it was crappy hospital food. Anyway a little later one of my regular doctors came down and we tried it again with a regular sized needle and he managed to get 8.5 cc’s out in about 10 seconds. So they did another scan and everything looked good to go again so I was sent home to enjoy what was left of my Father’s Day, which I did, thoroughly.