"The Warden" didn't appreciate coming in the house to find me down and out - convulsing in a pool of vomit.
I never wanted a ride in the back of an ambulance or to spend 2 days in the hospital.
I hadn't eaten in 2 days, and evidently was so dehydrated I even threw up Gatorade.
Saw my primary a few days later, and he told me to cut back on the beer.
He wants me down to 2 a week in 6 months - I doubt that's happening.
I'm down to 2 a day now (except for good reason - when it's 3 or 4). We'll see what the blood numbers do in the next 6 months.
PS, the doctors told Joy my case was at the mild end - I don't WANNA see the severe end of the scale!!!
Take care of yourself, Sammo-you're to young for this crap!
