You know how it is.
You want answers.
But you can't phrase the questions.
What I mean is we're back to square one.
We couldn't quite figure out exactly why.
The people we were dealing with couldn't address our concerns.
The bottom line is that GS is no longer on an IV.
She won't be until her diarrhea is under control.
Part of the answer for our frustration is there was an individual who mislistened [as opposed to misheard] and passed that misinformation along to others who weren't in the room.
Another part of the answer for our frustration comes from having too many professionals describe how a simple anti-diarrhea medication should be taken... and why.
If the latest information received works there will be at least two, probably five, happy folks.
Two will also scratch their heads and ask themselves why somebody didn't say this in the first place.
One of those two might even use a two syllable expletive that describes a part of the anatomies of the south end of a herd of northbound donkeys... might [he said].
Did I mention we spent most of Tuesday afternoon sitting in the Emergency Room at the hospital for no apparent reason other than some miscommunication?
GS got to ride in an ambulance.
She says the scenery out the back window of an ambulance is better than looking out of the front window of the car.
The best part about riding an ambulance is there is no stopover in the waiting room of the ER.
The worst part is having all of the folks who work in the ER wondering why you are there.
I had two different para professionals offer me back-handed compliments.
The first said I seemed to be the only person involved (outside of the patient) who seemed to have a rational understanding of what was going on.
The other asked if I was a nurse, because I "got it the first time" when things were explained.
I'm confused.
Why couldn't I learn things this well when I was in school?
GS's brother's here with his wife [did I already tell you?].
They didn't bring the dog.
They don't have a dog.
He brought his guitar.
He's left handed.
He taught himself to play the guitar upside down.
Does anyone know if Paul McCartney plays his guitar upside down?
Anyway, he... my brother-in-law, not Sir Paul... played for us before dinner last night.
Oh, yeah... Tuesday was an anniversary for me.
Eleven years since I had a drink.
Maybe that has something to do with why I can deal with today?
That's all you're gonna hear about the funk.
Most, if not all, was in my head.
I have mentioned on occasion that is not a place I should go alone.
shows you what para professionals know
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