... when I got a call from dad's neighbor. Seems he was late for a lunch date and no one could get him on the phone, so the neighbor dialed 911. She looked in and could see him lying in the floor with blood. So the fire department/emt's had to bust open his door to get to him. The gathered him up and took him to the hospital. Seems he has pneumonia. He passed out in the hall bath and took a header into the floor vent, scraping all the skin off his nose, bumping his head and tearing up both arms. Thing is, he went to his regular doctor yesterday who also had in intern present and both checked him out and neither found the pneumonia. OY!

So all I've done is run up and down the road and deal with crap. I'm worn out. Thank God for wav. She cleaned carpet and did lots of other odds and ends that helped *tons*.

They're keeping him tonight, and are doing an ekg tomorrow. God knows how long he'll be in the hospital, so if you're trying to reach me, give me some time to get back to you.

I need a vacation.

Tags: dad, personal