It's one day's ransom pay, if that's a relief

[sovay]

So everyone is all right, but we just got back from five hours at the ER because spatch had a complex migraine which it turns out the ER doctors call a "stroke mimic" because if you're having one, you may need a CT scan and an MRI to determine that you are not actually having a stroke, especially if when you arrive at the ER you can read and write but have suddenly stopped being able to speak. This is no longer the case. Rob responded to migraine meds, was told his MRI looked "pristine," and was released into the wild. I just finished eating the dinner we were making when the fun brain times hit. The cats think we smell like vet. As Rob said from the hospital bed once he got his words back, "This is a lousy date!"

Comments

[davidgillon]

I really don't think we made the wrong decision to go to the ER. The doctor didn't think we'd overreacted.

Definitely not. And I've been in the position of realising after the fact I once got that call wrong - a few years before the attack of acute pancreatitis that hospitalised me, I had one almost as bad, but just put it down as really, really bad backache and tried to outlast it, and fortunately it burnt itself out. The second one didn't, I still felt like an idiot for ringing for an ambulance, but the A&E consultant took one look at me and shot me full of morphine, then pushed my trolley through the diagnosis process himself. Better to err on the side of caution and let the experts judge.