THE REST OF THE STORY...

Here's the rundown:
Monday Ben was at BB's.

She gave him night meds - and told me so.

Shortly after Steve picked him up.

Put him to bed after arriving home.

Gave him a second set of night meds.
(unbeknownst to me)

See...I forgot to relay that SMALL detail to him.

An hour later I went upstairs.
They were both sleeping.

I had an impression about the meds.

I asked Steve if he had given them to Ben.

YES was his answer.
My heart sank.

I called his doctor.

"Get him to the hospital" was his reply.

Ben was unconscious at this point.

We couldn't wake him.

(it was unnerving)

The ER put two IO's in his shins

(still no reaction from him)

and pumped lots of fluid

to help with his VERY low BP.

The local ambulance came

and I cringed.

I can't help it.
I SMELLED fear

as they approached him.

It's a mother bear thing.

As they are walking out the door,

the medic grabs my arm and says...

"We ain't gonna let the grass grow
driving up there if ya know what I mean."
WHAAAT?!?!

I turn to leave trying hard not to roll my eyes.

He grabs me again and tells me,

"And I know your husband's a cop, but you ain't gonna have the same leeway as us medic folk, so don't try to keep up with us."

Might I add that these are the medics that took an HOUR to load Ben onto the stretcher and into the ambulance?  It was painfully slow.  I had my bed made, things unpacked and almost fell asleep by the time they arrived. 

The PICU put an IV in,

took his IO out...
ran more fluid,

and Ben slept the rest of the night.

AND then all of the next day.

He was in his happy place.
The end.

(I hope)