No news. My mom told me that if she (or if both of them; I have no idea if the problem was severe enough to warrant a hospital stay) got home at a "reasonable" hour last night, she'd call. (I normally go to bed around 9:30).

I tried calling shortly before 11 and got no answer, so I guess they were still there (some 4 1/2 hours after she called). I'm hoping it means that the conclusion was it was something relatively minor, and the Big Scary Problems that Happen To People on Saturday Evenings took precedence in triage.

I'm HOPING that no call = it's a relatively minor thing. (I suppose it could have been bronchitis instead of pneumonia. Or two totally unrelated things - asthma and kidney stones coming back, for example (he had kidney stones earlier this summer)

I'm HOPING she calls this morning. (If she hasn't by 8:30 or so - I think that's late enough to be kind, even if they were out very late - I'm going to call).

I did not sleep well last night. Or rather, I slept, but had bad dreams. Not dreams related to illness, but dreams like I was a spy trying to escape people who wanted to kill me, and was trying to find a place to hide in a crowded laboratory (it finally wound up being one of the cabinets, but just as I closed the door to it, I saw the door of the room open...).

I did start a new project last night. I had been knitting on the sleeve of the Airy Cardigan but as I was approaching the point where I had to pay attention to sleeve length and start thinking about sleeve cap, I didn't want to be distracted and trying to work on it. And for some reason, I couldn't pick up any of the (many) other current projects.

So I dug some Louisa Harding "Impression" out of my stash (this, my children, is why you HAVE a stash) and started yet another Clapotis. Because I can practically knit that in my sleep. And I can pray while I knit on it.

And I admit, it was also a fairly superstitious choice. The first Clapotis I ever knit, I was working on when my dad was diagnosed with early-stage cancer - and he wound up being cured of that....



Oh, thank God. She just called (7:15 am). They're home. My mom sounds really tired. She said they didn't get home until 11:15 pm. But it's THEY - they are both home, he did not have to stay at the hospital. He had a nebulizer treatment, and lots of tests, they found no signs of pulmonary embolism (he's on coumadin so they worried about bleeds in the lungs) or advanced pneumonia.

But they think it might be "beginning" pneumonia or bronchitis, so he's being treated for that (treatment is the same). They gave him antibiotics and put him on steroids to help him breathe (which also helped him be able to walk out to the car). He's got an inhaler and all kinds of other stuff to treat the symptoms.

Oh, man. Oh, I'm grateful this turned out to be minor. I managed not to start crying while talking to my mom, but I think I'm going to indulge in it a little bit now.