We're back at the hotel and I've been awake since 0045 yesterday PST when it was 0345 for me EST.

I've crossed the continent, and caught a half hour cat nap in the ER, after slamming down a cup of coffee to keep the tired away longe enough to move the truck safely.

Now I'm awake.

Waggs is out cold. We have the room until noon, and I really should rest, but my brain is very busy. I took a hot shower, and will let my hair dry. Going to do something mindless like a video game, then journal.

He's still in hypertensive crisis. But HC Is a weird condition, his system is redlined. It could go bad at literally any moment, but likely won't, but it could.

One thing that is for certain, waiting endlessly in a packed ER, with the promise of another six to eight hour wait to be seen for antibiotics, and ana admonition to follow up with his PCP was not going to help his Blood Pressure.

The nurse let us go home, advised we stay but said it wouldn't AMA us on the insurance.

In the course of 45 minutes they had six ambulances come in with criticals.

There's not enough ER to go around. People were sleeping in hallways with blankets coming over them.

It shows a bit of bitterness I should work on, but I told Dad, we have the best country money can buy.

The professionals manning the walls care, but our system is so unfeeling it wounds the heart.