Wednesday, January 25, 2012

I hate the ER

Spent part of night before last in the ER  with Max.  He fell last week and then got sick at his stomach during the night and pulled in his side where he hit when he fell.  Long story short, at about 3:30 a.m. he says, "I think you are going to have to take me to the ER".  Anyway, off we go (after I scraped the ice off the windshield).  The doctor had an x-ray done on his abdomen and nothing was broke and he didn't have pneumonia but the doctor thinks he has a deep bruise and may have bruised his liver.  Sent us home after giving him a powerful pain shot and a prescription for more of it.  Of course he slept like a baby all day yesterday while I walked the floor and wrung my hands worrying.  I slept like a rock last night though, think I made up for the lost sleep and then some!  Even though everyone at the ER was so very nice it was hard to be there and really good to be able to come back home. 

We did have a fun time over the weekend though, got to babysit  George while Teresa went to the Pick Tennessee thingy in Nashville.  The cats played with him and he kept looking for "nookies" on Maggie Mae.   She did not think there was anything fun about that but finally would chase him around and then let him chase her, reminded me of Fritz and Andy playing.   This is a picture of George.
 
 

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