It's a quarter after midnight, and here I am in the waiting room of the Newberg ER.

Dad has been out of sorts all day.

Well, more like all month.

I know it's to do with his heart, but there's nothing we can do about that, because before he can get surgery, he has to have nine teeth removed.

And he won't.

So I'm here in the middle of the night, waiting for the results of blood work and a CT, because his legs kept giving out on him.