Scary As Hell

It's never a good thing when a boss or a superior call your home during your off hours. This is doubly so when your husband is a cop.

This afternoon, all was going well. I was getting the laundry ready and was scouring the place for the stray socks that run away and hide under the couch. The phone rang. I checked the caller ID it said NYPD. Normally, when he's home, seeing this ID doesn't immediately freak me out, but it does put me on alert. I answered figuring it was one of the day tour guys wanting to ask Aaron a question, no biggie. It was a Lieutenant he asked to talk to Aaron. I passed the phone over and about a minute later his face kind of blanched and he walked into the other room. Now I KNOW this isn't good.

As it turns out a guy he arrested last Thursday died from meningitis. The Lieutenant told him to call the doctor and have himself checked out and that I may have to get checked out. Aaron spent the next half hour tyring to get either the district surgeon (NYPD doc) or his doctor on the phone. Finally the NYPD doc called, then they spent more time trying to figure out when he was exposed, etc. while I was freaking out like hell on the inside but trying to remain calm as can be on the outside. What was really worrying me is that we spent the weekend with my four munchkins.

Luckily, the doctor said he should be okay. He said that if he hasn't gotten any symptoms yet, he should be in the clear. He gave him a prescription for Cipro (sp?) just to be sure. He also called his personal doctor for a second opinion and he pretty much said the same thing.

I'm incredibly thankful that everything is fine, but that really had me scared shitless. Especially considering that while we were waiting for the first doctor to call us back, I saw a commercial on TV about meningitis and how you can be fine one day and sick as a dog or dead the next. Yeah the timing on that one couldn't have been better.