No, I'm not dead, or back in the hospital (though the way I've been feeling, that really doesn't sound like a bad idea).

I just have been feeling, as Acidman would say, "worse than Fido's ass".

I haven't been able to sit in the computer chair for any length of time to even check my e-mail, much less blog; and I haven't been coherant long enough to write anything that makes sense if I could.

I went to see a neurologist the other day to see about some things that may just be side effects of my meds or may be indications of some new problems. He's arranging to get some tests done; a PET scan, a tilt-table orientation test, and a full panel of endrocin tests, and my PCP has arranged for me to have a renal function series to be done too. Needless to say, I'm going to be busy the next few weeks, but at least it seems that the Docs are getting serious about seeing what I really need and what they can do for me.

Hopefully, I'll feel up to resuming regular posting soon, and I really want to let all of you, my internet friends that your prayers and best wishes really are the best medicine a guy can have, and I really do appreciate you all.

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Note: My name is Erin, and I am Bert's daughter. While at the hospital with him this afternoon, Dad wrote out a quick note to post here. After I got home and followed his instructions, I checked to see if it had posted and discovered that Lila had already posted something about his current whereabouts. I decided to just come back in here and add this little forward but to still post it, just to adhere to Daddy's wishes. So, sorry if you're getting dual information.

Went to see the quack to see about getting some relief from this lung thing...

He took note of my blood pressure and respiration rate and told me that I was to NOT pass Go & collect $200, but head to the emergency room ASAP; he would have them waiting for me.

I walked in the ER door and within 5 minutes I had an IV of 50% nitroglycerin flowing into my arm, an O2 line going at 5L in my nasal cavity and a pretty nurse pushing Lasix into my arm at a 4mg/3min rate.

They believe that I have pneumonia and congestive heart failure brought on by the excess fluid in my lungs. They want to do a heart cath just to be on the safe side and do an overhaul on my drug regimen. They were also a bit concerned that I had lost so much weight in the last six months and want to do some basic cancer screening tests -- just to cover their asses bases. Might be a few days until I can get access to a keyboard, but I'll be thinking of you all.

Dad didn't mention this in the note he gave me to type, but the doctors also believe that it is very likely that he had a small heart attack this week, which he didn't notice due to the pain he was already experiencing in his chest from the lung congestion. He's in the hospital for a few days, but he'll hopefully be back on his feet (or, in Dad's case, ass -- his most favoritest position) in just a few days.

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