He's in the hospital as of yesterday, so no longer the same stable of recent weeks, but I think we will have a new level of stable that we can deal with when he comes home in the next day or two. One ER trip Monday afternoon, but I brought him home again that night (with wonderful ambulance drivers - they stayed to help me get him ready for bed and into bed, and I asked them, "Do you want to come live with us?"). A second collapsing episode yesterday morning, another 911 call, and this time I agreed to have him admitted to the hospital from the ER.
G still has his sense of humor, thank God. I told him this morning that I'd had a dream about him (which never happens), that we were at a reunion with girlfriends of mine from university days, and that I lost track of him and was asking everyone if they had seen him. And then I woke up before I found him.
"You were probably off in a corner, talking with a bunch of my girlfriends," I said.
He widened his eyes and smiled. "Talking?! You wish."