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Coffin Hop Update

So I know, I joined coffin hop to wow everyone with my awesomeness. But so far, that hasn’t happened.

Let me explain this last weekend. Max Booth III and I did the Alamo City Comic Con. Sounds like fun, right? Well it was, but it was also exhausting.  Thursday, we showed up to unload the car and set up, a job that should maybe take about 30-40 minutes. It took us an hour and a half, and we never did make it into the unloading area. Poor Max had to carry all the books down the street and into the convention center.

Friday came, the start of Comic Con. I get a call from the school. My son is coughing too bad to be at school.  I knew his allergies had been bothering him, but they had been bother all of us. So, I pick him up, medicate him to stop coughing and took him with me. He slept almost all day with the chaos of the convention going on around him. He didn’t even want to meet Darth Vader.

Saturday came. They said they had sold 30000 tickets to the convention.  I didn’t think they were telling the truth.  I have never seen so many people in one area. It took a good half an hour to make it to the bathroom. But sales were going nicely. Unfortunately, the boy wasn’t fairing as well.  His fever had hit the magic cancer number of 101.5, so I came home, picked him up, and back down to the hospital we went.

As a leukemia child, my son has little resistance to infection. Viral, bacterial, it doesn’t matter. If he gets one, he has no way to fight it off. Plus, I cannot give him any medication for a low grade fever. If I did, it would mask any potential yucky fevers. And they need to know about the yucky ones.

We get to the hospital and they take us right back. His fever was back down to normal. They access his port-a-cath, draw a lot of blood, then send him for x-rays. Then comes the wait. After a while, they pump him full of some super antibiotics to kill any potential illnesses. They do this any time he has a fever.

He was lucky this time; his white blood cell count was normal and he didn’t have to be hospitalized. They don’t know what kind of infection he had, but he is doing much better now.

That leaves us with Sunday. After only a few hours of sleep, it was time to go back to the convention. There were as many people there on Sunday as there was on Saturday.  It was complete insanity, but a whole lot of fun. After the doors closed at 6, we had done well in book sales and then started the tedious regiment of packing up our things.

We walked the 4 blocks to the car, intending on pulling it around to the dock to finish loading. It took us 45 minutes to navigate the crowded streets of downtown San Antonio since there was so much traffic. Then, to top it all off, the street we need to go down is blocked off. Some brilliant person in the San Antonio events office put the Zombie Walk last night.

Zombie walks are probably cool, but why on a Sunday night? And why, for crying out loud, would you have it the same time the Comic Con is closing?

So, Max and I park illegally and make our way through the throngs of Zombie walkers to the docking area.  We are not the only ones who had to do so. Max asks the dock person to borrow a dolly so we don’t have to carry the 11 boxes of books to the car.  We can borrow one…for 75 dollars. Um no. He and I begin to carry this heavy boxes back to the illegally parked car, through the crowd of mindless partiers. Luckily, Max managed to borrow a dolly from someone else.  Whoever you are, we love you.

So, what should have taken us about 40 minutes to do, took us about 2 1/2 hours. I finally made it home with the kids, all of us ready to pass out.

Today I am tired and sore, but I know that I had a lot of fun this last weekend at the comic con. I am happy in the knowledge that my son is doing much better and even wanted to go to school today.

So, since you have managed to read all of this nonsense, go out and buy a copy of Bleed so we can get children’s cancer to be a thing of the past!

Bleed Back copy

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