BIG BRO, LITTLE BRO, AND A BIT OF BAD NEWS

 The trip started out so well.

There was a bit of puttering in the garage...

a bit of beer arranging...

a bit of "manly meat" smoking...

some manly meat tasting...

a bit of wine sipping...ok, maybe more than a bit...

and a whole bunch of synchronized sofa snoring! What could be better, right? But then things had to go and take a turn for the worse.

For those of you who haven't seen John's facebook post, we came back from Ohio a day early to put my poor baby back into the hospital. We had a wonderful visit while there, and he felt great most of the time, but Saturday morning he woke up thinking the site around his pacemaker felt a little more itchy and lumpy than usual, and by that afternoon it was obviously inflamed. We got in touch with his cardio's office, and the doctor on call said it sounded like they needed to pull the pacemaker out, so he either needed to get to the hospital there in Middletown and let them take care of it --  and stay there until he was recovered enough to travel -- or get our butts back to Austin pronto. We were on the first plane out Sunday morning, and went straight to the hospital from the airport (well, except for that quick little stop at Whataburger). They immediately started him back on the antibiotics, took blood to run more cultures, and called in the EP specialist (electro-physical?). Removing a pacemaker (like to replace batteries and such) is no big deal, but to pull the two wires out that lead down into the heart, and which have been there long enough now to have become firmly entrenched, requires a special person. The EP came in to chat with John last night and told him he plans to do it as soon as possible -- hopefully today -- but first he needs to check on a few things, such as why, if John has v-tachs, he only has a pacemaker and not a pacemaker/defib combo (he seemed surprised/confused by that). He wants to talk to the manufacturer as well.

So there my poor hubby was, spending yet another holiday, Father's Day this time, in the hospital!

A funny sign we saw at Findley Market in Cincinnati  which everyone swore was my hubby!
 (he even had on a matching hat that day)

That's about all there is to tell right now, but I promise to let you know, as soon as we hear anything else.