It’s where he belongs. His legs and arms have swollen really badly and he’s just not getting better at home. I’m angry but I don’t really know who I’m angry with. It took 3 cops to get him into the Uber (a nosy neighbor had made an “anonymous” call, saying she was afraid Ray was going to try to drive himself to the doctor (which was NOT our plan, and none of her business - we’re not crazy)), so the cops arrived, asking my husband how he planned to get to the doctor.) Duh, Uber.
Anyway, that’s where things stand. I’ll bring Ray some things he wants once he gets a room, but it’s a great hospital and he will get good care.
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