ER

Ron got the okay from his primary to visit the ER late yesterday afternoon, so I brought him to Falmouth Hospital. Dropped him off so I could gas up the truck which was running with less than 3 gallons in the tank.

By the time I got back, he was in an examining room wearing a johnny, and they’d already drawn blood.

We were there for about five hours. They IV’d two liters of saline and some magnesium solution.

He had a terrible night, getting up every hour. This morning, I got a prescription filled at Walgreen’s for an antiperistaltic/anticholinergic and picked up some ibuprofen, applesauce (BRAT diet) and Gatorade. By the time I got back, he was sound asleep.

Peter had a similar illness a while back. I had no idea it was so bad.

It’s frustrating because yesterday morning, Ron was doing well enough to get dressed, eat lunch and go to the senior center for a few hours while the bathroom floor was being installed.

I’m tired, too. I’m staring at work that needs doing, like laundry and putting out the trash, and I just don’t care.

It snowed last night and still coming down a little, so if I shovel the deck now, it’ll just ice up.