Sandy just called and the experts, professional crack medical team, and the
highly trained emergency medical staff, who administers this sort of drug
every day of the week, cannot figure out the proper dosage.  The man who is
the head of this department is fighting mad that the attending physician,
that is, Donna's doctor, sent her to the Emergency Room tonight instead of
handling the thing himself at his own office since this is what he does
every day for a living.  So, it very well could be midnight, or later,
before all is resolved.  I told Sandy, tell one of those people to call the
old doc up on the phone, get him out of bed, or off his wife or girl friend,
and tell him to get his butt down to the hospital in order to take care of
his patient, or at the very least, tell them the dosage required for this
procedure.  Or, they might add, get out of medicine all together, if you
know what I mean.  I said it much nicer than I thought it.  My son told
them, under no uncertain terms, to get this resolved right now or something
ugly was about to happen.  It takes some doing to get Everett mad but once
he does, you best be in another state when it goes off.

Phil.


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