I am on the phone with my Granddaughter and I hear...
"HELP, HELP, HELP!"
I tell my Granddaughter Grandpa is yelling for help and I have to go see what's going on.
I get to his bed.
I see his legs are over the hospital bed railing.
I asked him why he was yelling for HELP.
His answer?
"I just wanted you to know where I was. I heard you talking and wasn't sure if you knew."
Just another day at the crazy house.
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