His left eye was dilated. A strange bump protruded on his left arm. Whoa!
But when FosterDad said, “I feel really weird and the left side of my face feels numb.”
“Get dressed. We’re going to the hospital,” I quickly replied.
He hesitated and moaned.
“Get dressed. We’re going to the hospital,” I repeated, as I was putting shoes on Stinkpot.
He made excuses. “What if it’s nothing?”
“Get dressed. We’re going to the hospital,” I demanded.
He was being obstinate.
Even on the drive to the hospital, FosterDad asked: “Can’t we just stop by Walgreen’s and check my blood pressure first?”
“They will check your blood pressure at the hospital!” I growled.
He was admitted to the hospital and finally got into his room at 3:30 a.m. (I had taken the kids to the car to sleep.)
After 2 days in the hospital and numerous tests, the doctor finally gave his prognosis.
“No evidence of stroke or aneurysm.”
Thank you, sweet friends, for your thoughts and prayers. Your comments on Twitter and Facebook made us feel cared for during this scary ordeal!
