Things Fall Apart
Never made it to NYC, Boston or Providence.
First, Stephanie called to say that she and Florin were in the hospital with RSV, so we immediately agreed it would not be a good thing for me to come there after NYC. Then I called Carey to let her know that I would be meeting her at the hotel on Thursday instead of at the train station, because I was going to drive up with Jim, but John told me she was in the hospital and the whole trip would have to be postponed or cancelled, they were not sure which yet. Carey spent that week in and out of the hospital instead of on the train to and in NYC with me!
The good news is that after all the testing and poking and prodding, they have figured out the various problems and nothing seems life threatening and everything seems treatable and is being treated. She spent the week after that, this past one, still feeling pretty punk, but when we talked to her on Friday she was starting to get back on track.
Florin and Stephanie were in the hospital, also, for a few days, but steadily improved and then were continuing to rest and recover at home with both grandmothers, apparently, in attendance. This was a relief to Stephanie and Chuck who were a little annoyed that they hadn't given Florin the RSV shot in September as they had been inclined to do, except that their insurance didn't pay for it until October and their doctor didn't recommend getting it earlier.
C'est la vie. And all's well that ends well, but spending the week being anxious wasn't as much fun as it would have been spending it with Carey and Stephanie and Florin.
First, Stephanie called to say that she and Florin were in the hospital with RSV, so we immediately agreed it would not be a good thing for me to come there after NYC. Then I called Carey to let her know that I would be meeting her at the hotel on Thursday instead of at the train station, because I was going to drive up with Jim, but John told me she was in the hospital and the whole trip would have to be postponed or cancelled, they were not sure which yet. Carey spent that week in and out of the hospital instead of on the train to and in NYC with me!
The good news is that after all the testing and poking and prodding, they have figured out the various problems and nothing seems life threatening and everything seems treatable and is being treated. She spent the week after that, this past one, still feeling pretty punk, but when we talked to her on Friday she was starting to get back on track.
Florin and Stephanie were in the hospital, also, for a few days, but steadily improved and then were continuing to rest and recover at home with both grandmothers, apparently, in attendance. This was a relief to Stephanie and Chuck who were a little annoyed that they hadn't given Florin the RSV shot in September as they had been inclined to do, except that their insurance didn't pay for it until October and their doctor didn't recommend getting it earlier.
C'est la vie. And all's well that ends well, but spending the week being anxious wasn't as much fun as it would have been spending it with Carey and Stephanie and Florin.
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