So Wednesday morning last week, I take Mary in to Jeff, who announces that he is sick. He's extremely dizzy, nauseated and has a headache. I ask, "Did you get hit at basketball last night?" He responds, "You know, I did get hit." Long story short, he had/has a concussion. The poor thing did not feel (or look) well all last week. Fortunately, Claudia was here to help out (thanks, Grandma). I couldn't go to the office, and Jeff had to lay down most of the time, so Mary's whole schedule got thrown off. She finally passed out on the couch. I'm doing fine in case anybody is wondering. The update is that Jeff is feeling much better. Still needs to take it easy, but it looks like he will pull through!
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Good Grief Jeff...can we leave you alone for a couple of hours? :) Just kidding! I'm glad to hear that you're okay.
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