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I did get to sleep really early, and I slept OK until about 03:00.

I woke up, but I didn't want to get up, I just felt so tired.

And coughing, feverish, sore throat crap... I think that's my main problem. And maybe the whisky, too, dammit.

I've decided, once again, to give that all up... stop me if you've heard this before....

Work was just barely OK and I managed to keep my eyes open all day... and it was another no-luncher, of course, even though we were fully staffed. Big schedule and we kept on doing in-patients and ER patients at the expense of our scheduled patients... I hate it when that happens, but there's nothing to do about it.

And then about 14:00 I got a call... from JD.

I knew when I heard his voice that it was not good news.

Bu, it turns out (so far) that it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

Tyler had a head injury Friday at work... from what JD said, people were kinda rough-housing and Ty got hit in the head with a file cabinet or drawer or something.

So he went on home, and his head was hurting him so much by last night that he went to the hospital.

And they did a CT scan and he had a bleed... most likely a sub-dural hematoma, if he's lucky.

They did an MRI today, but the results weren't available, at least to JD and Marta.

The MRI will presumably show if the bleed was caused by a blow to the head or possibly complicated by an aneurysm. If it was the former, it had to be a pretty hard blow, and if it is the latter, of course, it wouldn't take nearly as much of a blow to start bleeding. And it would be a lot harder to cure.

Well, I left work at 16:00 and came home and waited for JD to call.

He called and told me that they had sent Tyler home and told him to rest for the rest of the week and to take NSAIDs for pain relief. JD said that his pain was about at a 4 on the scale, but it was 8 earlier.

So I'm making the assumption that the release was the mark of a good MRI report....

He's supposed to return, of course, if it gets much worse... and hopefully he'll go straight to Houston and not bother with the Huntsville hospital... there is one neurologist in Huntsville and he only sees outpatients... and I would feel a lot, lot better if he were seen somewhere that acutally does neurosurgery.

JD is going to call me, of course, if there's any change.

Today I measured my bandsaw blades, and that was a chore. None of the tapes that I have are bendable to such a degree... so I marked a spot on the floor and the blade and rolled the blade on the floor until my spot came up again... 100 3/4", not the 99 3/4" that it was supposed to be. And I did it three times, thinking that maybe I skidded or something, but I got the same measurement all three times.

So I can send the back and get them replaced with the correct ones... I didn't measure the other two, I figgered I'd let them do that when they get them back... they're light-weight and the extra postage will be pretty much nil.

And I'm gonna get to bed early tonight, too...

And I'm so glad that Ty's OK and that I don't have to drive to Texas tonight, although I happily would if he needed me, of course.

But I'd much rather do it with a full night's sleep under my belt.