Ambien and 911.

9:40 Me and my mom looking at blogs in the guest room/office.
9:41 Enter Dad, sits on side of bed and talking about helping us with some computer issue.
9:42 Dad falls back on the bed and practically falls off. Can't get himself upright.
I come to the rescue and pull him up, let go, and down he goes again. What?! He mumbles something about just taking an Ambien. Oh funny joke Dad.
9:43 Sit him up, and down he goes. Um, not funny anymore. Dad mumbles something about the evil guards. But he is not laughing...ut oh. Mom looks panicked. Now I am.
9:45 Ani, call 911
9:46 Shaking,I call 911. Explain that Dad has MS and had a steroid infusion today. Says he took an Ambein. Breathing but not responding.
9:50 Dad tells me his name is John Forsythe and it is November 16, 2007. He says he feels like little futhy (Fuzzy). Where am I?
9:53 Enter 10 paramedics. Mr. Bewsey, how are you feeling?
Fiiiiine. I feel finnnnne. I am Craig Bewsey and it is Sept. 7th.
WHAT?!?!?!?! I am in the hall explaining to the nice paramedic that he just told me one minute ago that he was in fact John Forsythe. He laughs.
9:54-10:20 They say he needs to go to the hospital, but he thinks he is fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine and seems to be actually at this point. Besides not being able to walk and 6 men getting him up the stairs.
They sat him on the bed and went to leave, and Dad stands up to be polite. Crazy man.
10:22 They leave, we put Dad in bed and he says, "Can you bring me an ice cream bar?!"

An ice cream bar?!?1 This man is crazy. He is sleeping peacefully as we speak. I guess s a little case of mixing too many hard hitters. No sweet little Ambien butterflys for Craigers. Need to switch to Lunstra.

Mattie missed the drama!

I took a picture of him relaxing in bed a few minutes ago, will post tomorrow!




My Dad, John Forsthe. Riiight.