Hospital visits

This is a rather abrupt departure from my normal routines...a hospital stay. Not mine, at least.
I was confronted with Ron's 'big foot' on Thursday evening. It was a rather shocking sight, and I wish I had pictures to show you but I fear I'd just gross you out. Despite the swollen and red foot, It actually took quite a bit to convince my dear sweet husband that we should head to the ER. It was past 8 in the evening before I was able to get him up there. His biggest objection was that he had an appointment with his regular doctor in the morning and "did I know how much it cost to go in to the emergency room?" well, I didn't, of course, but believe it or not that's not what I was thinking about. Plus I had a consult with my own private medical consultant: Mom. (former nurse)
After a very long evening Ron was admitted to the hospital. It took another hour to actually get a bed. And that, my friends, has been what I've been juggling with the past couple of days. Hospital. Work.Dog.house.schedule.hospital again. It's very draining!
The doctor has said, re:this morning's visit, that they will work to get him home sometime today. Hurrah! Though he'll have to come back to the ER for some doses of IV antibiotics. His foot is responding nicely. Works for me.