ER twice in the span of 2 days. That's got to be some sort of record for dad.
Tuesday: MRI and neuro-oncologist
Wednesday: Fall and trip to Baylor ER
Friday: Dinner with Darcy and trip to Presby Rockwall ER later that night
[And yes, my first concern was ruling out that it was my dinner that caused this latest trip to the hospital. It was not the turkey bratwurst alfredo. I promise. (I hope.)]
As of this morning, he still in the hospital. It started with severe abdominal pain that took several rounds of pain killers to subside, so he was basically totally knocked out for 24 hours. They haven't been able to determine the cause of the pain yet, but he had an ultrasound early this morning that, in our estimation, will show some gall stones or something easily manageable, yet quite devious to the system. In other words, the Drs. say that this appears to be nothing serious. Hopefully he'll be able to come home early today.
What do you want to bet he'll be taking those treaded hospital socks home with him. I dare not venture to guess how many pairs are stuck in the back of his sock drawer.
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