We are at the hospital right now. This is so not good.
Late edit: we are waiting for a bed to open in a city hospital. He will be transported there as soon as they have an open bed. Been a long night.
Later edit: I came home to get coffee, a shower, packed up and then get William off to school. Then it will be back off to the hospital. He will be admitted to a hospital a little over an hour from here at some point. Today? Not even sure.
Remember how yesterday's post ended? Tim looking at me and not talking? It turns out that he COULDN'T talk, something that wasn't realized until much later in the day because he went upstairs and put himself to bed and slept most of the day.
He came down to sit on the couch looking rumpled and half awake. His daughter called, and I realized that he couldn't talk. He had a slow shuffling gait. I got him loaded and to the hospital where he was unable to remember my name, thought it was 1975, and couldn't identify a watch. It was awfully hard to wrap my head around all of it.
He was whisked away quickly where it appears that despite initial appearances he hadn't had a stroke.
They've done a bunch of tests and have no answers.
His speech is clearer. He thinks it is 2014, so we're getting closer, I guess.
Is it related to his long term sickness? My gut says that it has to be. It will be interesting to see what the tests say.
It is now 5 AM. I've had my coffee. Time to get my shower.