Six-thirty this morning he woke me with his moaning and groaning. I go upstairs to find him on the floor between the bed and the door. No way I could get him up and no way was I going to knock on neighbors’ doors for help.

I called 911 again. I hate calling them. The paramedics showed up and promptly got him back into his bed.

Next came the detective work on my part as to why the hell he was down in the first place. It didn’t take long to discover that he had NOT taken his night time medications.

Not a one.

His pain meds, his anti seizure meds, his meds for his jumping legs, his meds that help him walk, etc….Not. One.

Yep, I can tell you why he was on the floor.

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I’ve been up since 6:30. I couldn’t get back to sleep and am now too wired to fall asleep.