I hadn’t even finished my breakfast yesterday when The Squire called me into the bathroom. “Does one side of my face look odd to you?
Indeed it did! The right side was droopy, his mouth didn’t open properly, and he said he couldn’t focus his eyes. Honestly, I thought he’d had a stroke. A-n-n-n-d we’re off to the ER. He was admitted pretty promptly, but I wasn’t allowed to stay because of the virus. I could sit in my car or go back home. I gave them my phone number and came on back to the house, where I occupied myself sending out frantic emails to everybody we know. After loads of testing, including blood work and CT sans, the doctors decided he has Bell’s Palsy. Whew! That’s a relief. Steroids and time should clear up the problem.
One nice thing about being a Nervous Nellie is that you end up with a lot of nice surprises, but I’m sure it must be hard on my friends.
And, on an entirely different note, the hospital said The Squire is pre-diabetic. That’s interesting.
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