Into the bowels of the beast, short-staffed, patients extending into hallways, COVID cases ramping back up- we were fortunate to be placed in a room shortly upon arrival, whereupon we sat. We sat some more. Henceforth, we sat. We received excellent, empathetic care, but sit we did. Ultimately, another chest XR suggested a pneumonia- they were sure of it, they were admitting him for it…. and he was admitted, although a subsequent CT scan did negate the previous finding and we were back into guesswork, breaks on antibiotics (antibiotics, it must be duly noted) are not so good when used in excess, contribute to a scrapping of the natural biome of your gut and can cause all manners of symptoms, not to mention contribute to resistance across the spectrum in these naughty microbes).
It was postulated that perhaps he had heart failure (spoiler: he did not), a static echocardiogram (a sonogram assessing the heart, its chambers and flow therein) was noted to be unremarkable (this is an instance in life when unremarkable is good) by the cardiologist. He was perking up with IV fluids.
So, the next day, you guessed it, home we went.