In Which We Build A Fence And Call An Ambulance.

Well, today was sort of a mixed bag.

On the up side, we got one fourth of our fence just about done; which is a lot considering that of the three of us working, only one of us actually knew what they were doing.  And that one person wasn't me.  We worked from nine in the morning until just before sundown.  While Jeremy and Jake (wisely) did not allow me to use any power tools other than an electric drill (which doesn't really count as a power tool in my opinion anyway because it's not nearly pointy or dangerous enough, and please do not send me links of people with electric drills lodged in their eyeballs to prove me wrong because I do not want to see them) I did get to spend a bit of time with a sledge hammer breaking up old cement.  I ended up relinquishing this job to Jeremy though, for a couple of reasons: the first being my pitiful arm strength, and the second being my penchant for singing chain gang songs while I was working.  So mostly I just shoveled wet cement, held boards and posts in place, and screwed things together. 

It probably won't be the prettiest fence in the world, but it's not falling down either, which is a big improvement over our previous fence.

We would have completed that entire side of the fence, as was the original plan, if not for a rather large intermission during the afternoon; which brings us to the down side of the day.  Connor had another seizure.  A six minute long seizure, in which there was not only mouth-to-mouth resuscitation but also Diastat administered and emergency personnel called.  Thankfully he started breathing again before they got here, so we were able to send them away, but it was not the most pleasant way to round out the evening-- especially since this comes just ten days after a major medication boost.

He's doing all right now; he's been asleep since about five in the evening.  No doubt he'll wake up at around five in the morning all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and that will be fun, I'm sure.  But it was certainly not a fun time this evening-- not to mention the fact that it did not improve our fence building speed, what with the rescue breathing and the ambulance and all.  I have no idea where the doctor will want to proceed from here, but we'll probably find out tomorrow. 

On the bright side, I did manage to not chop off a single one of my fingers during the fence building and the power-tool wielding and the ensuing excitement, which is what I expected we'd be calling an ambulance for if one was needed.  So that's a plus.  But I am pretty worn out, physically and emotionally. 

I think it's time for bed.

~Jess