So Behind

So my last post was about me going to Texas back in September. I had a fantastic time in Texas, but I came home to some not so fun news. First of all, after I had booked the trip, we found out that Jon would be having a chemo treatment while I was gone. I was so stressed about his treatment and me being gone. He assured me everything would be fine and I needed to go enjoy myself with my sister. I called his sister, Janene, to see if she could get him to his treatment and take care of everything. I also was telling a lady in my ward about me going but being worried about the family, and she arranged dinners, every night I was gone. She has really just been there for Jon and I through everything. Her name is Paxie, and I don't know what I would do without her. Well I got home so late Sunday night that Jon was in bed already, then he woke up early that next morning to go to work so I didn't see him until the next afternoon. When he finally came home from work he said "I've been having a pain in my chest and I've started developing this rash" I looked at the rash which went across his chest and around to his back. I immediately knew it was shingles because we had learned about shingles in one of my classes just weeks before. It was too late to get him to the doctor that day, so I got him in the next day. He went to Dr. McDonald who immediately put him on medication, which is much better if you start it immediately upon the symptoms. But Jon didn't want me to worry about him on my vacation so didn't say anything. He started the medication, but a few days later developed a fever. It was 101.6 when I first checked it. I gave him tylenol then half an hour later checked him and his temperature was 102.7. I called Dr. McDonald who said I needed to take him to the ER immediately. Jon didn't want to go and started arguing with me and told me to call Dr. Stinnett and see what he said. They told me I should take him to the ER as well. Jon was fighting with me and said he refused to go to the hospital. I called my mom to come over for the girls and finally threatened to call his dad if he wouldn't go. He finally agreed. We went to the ER and they examined him and ended up admitting him. They found out that he had a urinary tract infection which he couldn't fight off because of the chemo. He later told me the only reason he was fighting me about going to the hospital was because he didn't want to get up off his chair. Whatever. Anyway he ended up being in the hospital for another three days until they made sure the antibiotics were working and the fever was gone. The shingles were so painful for him and then the infection on top of that really took him down. He did get through it. I have posted pictures below, but some of them are graphic, just a fair warning.



He caught up on every episode of The Mentalist when he was sick. It's one of his favorite shows now.