The first time I took Tate to the ER on Monday, I thought they'd check him out and send us back home. That was before the second episode at the ER. And they still sent us home.
So when he collapsed the third time and I knew we were headed right back in to the hospital, I kind of packed in a hurry. Oh my, it was more than a hurry. I managed to grab the toothbrushes, Kerry's cel phone, and four pairs of clean underwear. (Priorities.) But a camera wasn't at the top of the agenda.
Fortunately, as I was lamenting the lack - during the EEG - Tate's nurse came in with a digital camera and snapped these. Before the test was done he was back with 8x10's! (What a champ!) So these are the only pics of this hospital stay.
If you've seen Tate in person, you can tell that he doesn't look his usual, exuberant self.
Tate did not like it when the guy giving him the EEG drew all over his head with a blue grease pencil. I think it was pulling on his hair. But he did oblige by going to sleep for the first part of the test - which is what they were hoping for, and cooperating with instructions for the second part.
Oh that kid is a trooper.
At the moment, his appetite is returning along with his sense of humor and the twinkle in his eye.
Getting back to normal.