My son Paul would not wake up. They called 911, and the ambulance arrived. They were able to revive him, at which point he was disoriented, and complained about a severe headache. Paul had a history of migraines in high school, and this hadn't happened in a few years, but he has been stressed with finishing his last year of college, as well as his consulting work -- success can be almost as hard as failure -- so it might be getting to him.
We were texting just the other day.
A deposit of $200 was made to your account earlier today. Please verify at your end and acknowledge.
I already purchased plane tix and forwarded you my itinerary, Bub.
Bub? My dad was 85 years old and losing his marbles, and even when he pissed me off, he was "Dad." Make a note of it.
Sorry. Sometimes I pretend I'm Wolverine from the X-Men.
Did I mention that he has no health insurance?
I ask my readers to remember him in their prayers, particularly as he has lost his Faith over the years. May the Almighty open his eyes and soften his heart, that Paul will accept Him, in all His divine will, and His mercy.
UPDATE: I want to thank everyone for their prayers today. Paul was told he had a migraine, given a bottle of high-octane Motrin, and sent home without a CAT scan. Medicaid probably would have covered most or all of it, but the benefits coordinator only works Wednesdays through Sundays. Next time he'll have to do a better job of scheduling his migraines. Go figure. Anyway, he's resting now. Thanks again, y'all!
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"For the sake of His Sorrowful Passion, have mercy on us and on the whole world." Praying! --- Rosemary in Ohio
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