Worried Sick

G woke me this morning at 4am.  He couldn't dress himself and needed me to help.  I mumbled, if you can't dress yourself, you aren't going to work.  He said, "not work, emergency room".

G came home from work yesterday with a specific, sharp pain in his thigh.  He had taken a new medication for three days (for his cough) and one of the side effects was tendon/muscle damage (and should never have been prescribed) or Mysositis.  G tried to sleep but the pain got to be too much for him.  So, the emergency room.  And those pills were the $250 ones.

I packed a plastic bag with all his medications.  Just like the bag I recommended my 86 year old father take with him to the ER.  And I actually had to dress him while he writhed in pain.  Then, in true stubborn man fashion, he drove himself to the ER.  He is now home.  In a Percocet induced slumber.  I have been in contact with his primary care doctor.  G has an appointment and blood test (CK) tomorrow morning.

We can only wait and see what happens next.  I may be missing here for a few days.  I think whatever I have to say is better written in the paper journal.