Our heroic cowboy is in bed, and is strangely ill. He doesn't want me to scare anyone (especially you, Kenny, he said), so I'm going to honor his request and NOT write the following: he said he may ask me to drive him to the hospital if he doesn't feel better soon. Ooops! How did THAT get into this post? (BAD caregiver! Delete that right now!)
He is unbelievably white, extremely nauseous, dizzy, and can't even sit up.
I promise to post more as soon as he feels better.
He has taken a lot of medications just now, at my urging, meds he is told to take when he gets really bad. So I'm believing that in about an hour, he's going to say he feels much better. He was able to drink an Ensure. That helped a little, too.
I'll probably delete this message later on, because of the sneakiness involved in my having written it, possibly scaring Kenny, which is against Bill's will. But I know you all care for him and will pray if you see this. Thus, I cheat....but for such a good reason! (Sorry, Kenny!)
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