Another late night at the ER... I'm just getting home at 2:30 AM and am exhausted but too wound up to fall asleep. Different "oldie" this time. And we don't have a diagnosis yet.
Let me repeat a line my FIL loves to say... "Growing old is not for wimps"
On the plus side there was a TV (no sound) in the room in the ER. No sound required - I got to see most of the game as the Rangers whooped up on the Yankees EIGHT to nada. That was the only bright spot of the evening but it was a very bright spot - it kept us distracted as we sat FOREVER waiting on test results and FOREVER again waiting for a room when they decided to admit him.
I have some new stuff punched but not photographed or documented. Give me a day or two to get the old folks under control again and I'll be back.