Hotel front desk clerk: “The bells, the bells, I can’t stand the bells. I wish the phone would stop ringing.” It must be the heat or maybe the humidity, but everyone is whiny today. They would not last in the Lou. Today, it’s not going to even reach the nineties.

We got to the hospital early, but not before Harry caused a ruckus. He had pulled out his IV and would not let the nurses put it back. He wants to go home, and all those wires only prevents that. I was asked to find his suspenders, as if he could walk out of there.

His doctor came by and basically acquiesced over Harry’s IV rebellion. The blood thinner that it was being used to inject was causing his hemoglobin to crash and he had to stop using it. So, no more need for the IV. Except now the risk of stroke is back on the table. I must say that this doctor’s bedside manner leads something to be desired. He was pleasant enough, but when Harry asked him when he was getting out of the hospital, he said, “Maybe later today, [blah, blah, blah], maybe tomorrow, [blah, blah, blah].” You get the idea.

Class! Today’s word is otolaryngology. In addition to all of Harry’s other health issues, his hearing aid stopped working. Anne tried to change its battery, but that didn’t work. Jane finally concluded that it needed to be cleaned. Like a mission from God, I took it on myself to find help. There is a lot of religion in this place. Down in the lobby, I was told to take a walk down Woodward, the main drag corridor that led to Ears, Nose and Throat. There I found helpful people who fixed his hearing aid.