I bet he only went kicking and screaming, I can’t even imagine what it was like trying to get him to go to Walter Reed!!
I was thinking the same thing. Probably couldn’t get The President to get rest at the WH.
In Feb. ‘93 my woodstove backed up and gave me smoke inhalation pneumonia.
I didn’t go to the doctor or anything else.
In late March, I started to get a bit blue in the lips and fingers and couldn’t breathe right.
Finally went to the ER.
Hooked up to a slew of tubes and oxygen.
Three days later, Himself comes by and asks “Is it normal for your dog to not eat, drink or pee?”
[OMG!]
I sat up, pulled out all the tubes and hoses and split.
Should’ve stayed the full ten days but hey, *dog*.
I fully understand why they made him go to the hospital.
Like me, he’s one of Those People.
:D