Diagnosis Nutty

I came home from Wisconsin last night, after not being able to reach the Man by phone for five hours. It turns out he was at a block party, and was separated from his cell phone. I thought something had happened to him or Piccolo, and felt that I needed to be home. Lucky for him. He woke me up at 6 am this morning wanting to go the the emergency room, for his heart was racing. I got dressed, got in the car, and then he changed his mind. I went back to bed. A half hour later he wants to go again. They're keeping him for observation (Miss Niessner, we've observed that your boyfriend is nutty!) and a stress test tomorrow. I've been to visit this afternoon for a while, brought him some requested things, coffee and the Sunday newspaper. He has golf and football on TV. The hospital is a few blocks from home, so I may walk back tonight to visit again. I think I'll bring a picture of Piccolo for him. That will make him feel better.