So wrong, so right

    So I was completely wrong, but I was completely right, or may have been. Dad was correct that he was very ill and was in fact admitted to the Heart Hospital with congestive heart failure. So I was completely wrong not to take him to the emergency room. (However, as I told him, I had no doubts about HIM; my doubts were all about the emergency room.)
    On the other hand, there is the question of how he got congestive heart failure. Sister Anne (a doctor and a diabetic) says that his systems in general are shutting down and that the heart attack he had two years ago left him with much reduced heart function. She thinks he just caught a cold and that's where the fluid buildup came from.
    I still think that the root problem was keeping the house too hot, not running a humidifier, and instead trying to cope with dehydration by drinking water. This never works. If your kidneys work, you just pee a lot. If they don't, you have a huge buildup of fluids that dialysis eventually can't cope with. As we saw with his ever more swollen feet.
    Regardless, he's relatively happy to be in the hospital, though worried that his speech is a little wonky. This may just be the result of having oxygen spewing in his nose; he never reacts well to that. Or maybe he's just tired. Or maybe it's the Heparin IV drip they have him on. At least he's happy to be under treatment, or anyway the watchful eye of medical professionals. He doesn't know how long he'll be there. As it's officially just for observation, it's not likely to be too long. Brother William did a good job getting him there; Dad holds no grudge against me for declining. He's good like that.