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Brother's Home! !

Paul is home!

No, he's not my brother, but he's the dogs' "brother" - or rather that is how he has always referred to himself vis a vis his various dogs over the years. He does not consider himself a "master" per se, but more of an equal in the household, their "brother."

It's actually kind of funny, too, when I call the dogs in from outside and I say "C'mon! Come see BROTHER!" and I've always wondered what some of the neighbors must think of us - are we brother and sister or man and wife?

But we just got home. Yes, I went out in MY car and I picked him up at the hospital. I haven't driven in many months, and it was rather a challenge getting my crippled old body parts into that big hunk of metal I call my car, or my Podd. Plus, it's snowing here now!

Here's the scoop:

If anyone hasn't heard by now, yesterday morning, at about 5:30 am, Paul woke me saying I should maybe call the hospital, he was feeling awful. His whole body was in a sweat. He had taken the dogs downstairs to go out to do their first morning pees and, while standing just inside the door, he just fell down. He says he didn't pass out, but then the feelings of being very cold and sweating were worrying, so I called 911; you all probably know the routine from there.

Pretty darn soon, within 5 minutes, this little cottage was filled to brimming with huge dark-blue-uniformed EMTs and one policeman. He stayed with me and the EMTs went up to Paul who was in his bed. After about a half hour of them checking him over, (I had to lock the dogs in my other bedroom the whole time), they said they were taking him to the hospital, in a "chair stretcher" thing... as he could sit up OK.

And off they went after about 15 minutes of maneuvering him down those steep stairs and through the house and out the side porch, down to the driveway.

I stayed home.

And now that he's home, to tell the truth, I still don't know what happened, and neither does he. He saw NO doctor other than the ER doctor. He is on the phone now with his GP to set up an appointment within the next few days to have a Holter Monitor put on him.

It was a nerve-wracking experience for us both! I couldn't do anything, the dogs were extremely morose the whole time he was gone, as was I. It was so depressing around here with just us three! We need our "brother"/"husband"/"best friend."

That's it for now. He had a "syncopal episode." That's all they wrote! No new meds, either. Weird.

Cheers for all being home again!

Bex & Family


"Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilized by education."

~~ Charlotte Bronte ~~




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