Jerking me out of a sound sleep, the phone rang yesterday at 9 a.m. The Curmudgeon, who knows better than to wake me that early, told me they were releasing him.

I managed to wake up enough after two cups of coffee to be coherent enough to drive out to the hospital. Four hours later we left the hospital.

Yep, it took them four hours to release him.

They still don’t know what is going on, and yet they sent him home.

He seems fine but now I have the added stress of not knowing when I’ll have to call for an ambulance again because they don’t know what is going on.

Later G and I had our Christmas eve snacks, wine, and comedy channel party.