Well, my exciting news is I was admitted to Wentworth-Douglass Hospital around 3:00 this morning...

Drove over to th ER last night around 9-9:30 because the productive cough (what I thought was the tradition post-festival cold complicated by tree sperm) turned unproductive and I discovered breathing was major work. So after they stabbed me, stuck me full of stuff, EKG, chest X-ray, CTA scan, etc. and a couple of breathing treatments, the medicos said it was bronchitis. Can't believe it blew up as quickly as it did.

I feel great otherwise. They decided to keep me because walking back from the loo, my oxygen level dropped and I got a tad out of breath.

Not sure when or if I'll actually get any sleep. With luck I'll get sprung later today. This was such a surprise and it came on so quickly after a lovely weekend and a long drive (broken by breakfast, a visit to Professor Child, some accessory shopping on the Mass Pike, and a late lunch before I made it back to the ol' homestead.

More details at Facebook. I don't FEEL ill -- why am I in the hospital? I'd like to go home and get some sleep!

Linn