That's right, in the hospital. I gave Mom quite a scare the other night by having some kind of seizure like activity.
So off to the hospital we went where we spent 28 and a half hours! I was poked prodded, bled, CAT scaned, EEG'd and x-rayed. Ah, good times!
So what's up? Looks like I have a reflux problem and have to take Zantac twice a day for as long as the doctor says I guess. I'm home now, comfy on the couch with Mom.
This ER isn't so bad.
That's Kim she's real nice. But apparently she didn't get the memo that said: DON'T POKE ME!!!
Mom & Dad had take out pizza for supper.
Could this day be any longer?
