Sorry it’s been a few days but I’ve struggled to sit in front of a computer without falling asleep three seconds later. It’s been like trying to watch Glee.
But they say that no news is good news. Over the past few days young Charlie, who is now a staggering one week old, has shown no signs of having Meningitis, henceforth known as the B*stard Meningitis So in fact they are wrong, no news is. in fact, awesome news.
Despite his alarming white blood count at birth, the doctors have yet to find any bacterial growth from his spinal fluid after six days of testing. So it’s one of those situations where they know he had it, they just can’t find it. Sounds a bit like the “my dog ate my homework” line but hey, at this point, I’ll take it.
The docs have concluded that the antibiotics must have done their job and killed the B*stard Meningitis early doors- before they even did the Spinal Tap. Hooray for doctors, hooray for antibiotics and hooray for Charlie: the Trifecta of Awesomess.
So as long as we don’t hear any news, the little chappy will be coming home at last in exactly a week’s time. As this week has felt impossibly long, I’m not expecting this one to fly by either. But given that things could be so much worse we’re not about to complain about a week more of trips to the hospital. And neither will the New York Taxi Commission. And neither will Max who gets one more week of being spoiled rotten.
Again, thank you everyone for your support, you have been an enormous help to Team Dean’s morale. Charlie will be writing the thank you letters as soon as he can spell “B*stard Meningitis” and then I’ll ground him for swearing.
And thank you Emily. There, I told you you’d remain anonymous.