FSI/Day 6: Sick pop
Well, apparently dad is a man of routine. Since he didn’t have his pills where he normally puts them at home, he forgot to take three of his pills … for three straight days. He started feeling bad around 5pm yesterday, and even warned us that he was feeling sick, getting the bad shakes … but wanted us to give him some time to see if it went away. When I suggested the hospital, and he said maybe … that’s a ‘yes’ in my book. I introduced myself to a neighboring RV, and told them what’s up, asking if I could call their cell phone to update Chuck (who was staying here … small truck). The lady was actually nice enough to give Chuck her phone until morning.
The Baton Rogue General Hospital was about 25 minutes away. We got there around 9:50pm. Dad finally got to see a doctor at 2:30am. He had the beginnings of a urinary tract infection … and we caught it early. They gave him some antibiotics, and we got back around 4:30am or so. Hopefully, he’ll feel better by the end of today.
If not, Chuck and I are driving the big rig, baby!



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