Hard Saturday

It was a hard Saturday yesterday. It wasn't hard for Joe so much as it was hard for all the rest of us. When the morning nurse came in Saturday morning, Joe had had a major personality change and had lost much of his body functions. All he did was sit there and smile, or even chuckle quietly to himself. He wouldn't eat, take his pills, or answer questions. He did answer some questions, but for the most part if you asked him a question he would just smile and put his head on his hand. He didn't remember when or where he was born, but he did remember all our names and he remembered that dad had surgery yesterday. The doctors thought that the cancer was in his brain or that possibly he had a stroke, so they did a bunch of tests and did an MRI, but it turned out that it was just one of the drugs he was on. Sometimes the drug for his nueropathy can have this effect on people, and also his electrolytes where out of whack. So they took him off the nurotin and put him on a magnesium drip, and around early evening, Joe started slowly returning to us. By night, he was perfectly fine! What a relief! So now we know what Joe's like when he's super dooper stoned. I prefer regular Joe!