Couldn’t understand why The Curmudgeon wasn’t downstairs when I noticed that the clock said twelve noon. I went to check on him and he did not wake completely or easily. He spoke gibberish and was acting strange.

The only coherent thing he said was “NO” when I told him I called for an ambulance. Tough shit dear, you are scaring the crap out of me, of course I’m calling them. You need professional care and I am not a professional.

He’s been transferred to St. Luke’s in Bethlehem so they can monitor him with EEG set up.

I am exhausted. Scared to death too because they asked me about intubating him and I had to follow his wishes and say no intubation and that he is a DNR.