Problem diagnosed (related to treatment of ongoing condition), patient released, both of us home. I'm eating breakfast before I try going back to bed, in hopes that that will help. I'm expecting the end of the adrenaline to come around the time the end of my breakfast does.
Not specifying the problem for his privacy but also because I'm not in the mood to hear whose mother's third cousin had something like that and what they did about it.
Fairview Ridges nurses, as usual, rock.
E. Nesbit was just the right thing for me to read in the little ER examining room while he was off having tests done.
Sleep would be good, though. I approve of sleep, in theory, and I welcome the opportunity to examine the practical aspects more closely.
This is so much better than last winter's trip to their ER, I can't even begin to say.