So Scott is out of town. Thousands of miles away from me in Arizona. And it could have been him not even on earth anymore. Jesus.
Scott! Stop driving right now. CALL 911. If your blood pressure drops, you could faint and crash the car! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!You’re scaring me! I don’t feel any different. I can make it to the clinic. I’m calling my dad.
Have you heard from Scott? I can get through to him.WHAT?
I can’t get ahold of Scott. Have you talked to him?No, he said he was going to call his dad. And I guess he did get ahold of him but then everything went dead. Oh God, he’s dead!I can’t even sit down.
I can’t even drive!
Should we fly out to Arizona?
I get a call beeped in. I see it’s my father-in-law. I answer it.
He’s fine. Scott’s phone died and he charged his blackberry in the car but it takes awhile to charge before it starts working again. He’s back at the clinic and a team of doctors are looking at him. They determined based off how much he took, he would have to pee a lot. He will also need a prescription for potassium to protect his heart. The one odd thing they noticed was his blood pressure had risen, not lowered. I’m going to call Walgreens and give them hell.
I gave the prescription for potassium to the pharmacist. She looked terrified. I’m sure my dad already called. I gave her my original bottle so she can figure out who has my steroids. The lady opens the bottle and laughs. My steroids were in there. The bottle was labeled wrong. This explains why my blood pressure was higher because I took the right medicine.