3 days ago you developed right-sided weakness and slurred speech, which you attributed to "a pinched nerve in my low back."
Yesterday you came to Grumpyville for a funeral.
This morning at the ceremony your friends noticed you were dragging your right leg & unable to sign the memory book, and suggested you come to Local Hospital (conveniently located down the street from Local Cemetery).
So you limped over here "just to get checked out" before going back to Boondockville.
And now you're angry at me because you got admitted, and demanding I pay for any food in your fridge that goes bad in your absence.
Some days I don't know why I do this.