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ER. Again.

Spent the morning in the ER with my Daddy.

I won't bore you with the details. Suffice it to say that after three days of being in excruciating pain, not eating or drinking much I finally called my sister to come down here to help me convince him that he needed to go to the ER.

Finally. Finally he went with us.

The good news is he's going to recover.

In other good news, I asked the pharmacist what it's going to cost to refill baby girl's seizure meds RX without insurance.

Four hundred dollars.

I burst into tears right there.

Why yes, I am emotional. Thanks for asking.


  1. Hey Pam, Hope things are going better for you now. You might try calling your Dr. at Children's and see if the drug company has any programs to send free medicine, or if there are any 1 800 wholesale pharmacies they could recommend (a lot cheaper), or if there is a less expensive version of the same drug. I really wish that we had a better health care system. We are pretty deep into medical bills as well...Lots of love, Schwest

  2. pam, that sounds like a yucky day.
    i am sorry.
    i hope the words of the prophet tomorrow will offer you peace.

  3. You are all in my prayers.

  4. Thanks Kath--I was going to start making phone calls on monday. I know I can find a way out of this somehow. She simply can't be without her seizure meds.

    Kelly--I missed conference entirely yesterday and was really looking forward to it. Thank heavens for the Internet :)

    Dave, thank you. I've been unnaturally calm during this whole thing and usually handle all of this quite well. I think yesterday I was the edge of my coping skills and that sorta shoved me over the edge. I'm good now. Ready to get up and fight again. :)


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