It's really scary when your best friend calls you up on the weekend and tells you her hubby can't get out of bed. He told her he could barely open a can of soda in the afternoon the day before.
The neuros found out what was wrong with him--late last night that he has GBS. One day you're reasonably healthy, just feel tired, and the next day, you're stinking sick.
Count your blessings folks. They're in for a scary ride, and unfortunately, it will last longer than Halloween.
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