He called me last night at 12:30. I knew I should have gone to see him this weekend. He said he had taken himself to the ER because his legs hurt so much. Mr. Traffic has congestive heart failure and his heart works only at 50%. However he hasn't needed oxygen. His legs have been getting worse and worse since I met him in traffic school. He sleeps on top of the covers with a towel under his calves because they are weeping. Since Mr. Traffic's sleeping patterns are so erratic, they never get a chance to drain.
I got to see them in the hospital. The right one is much bigger then the left. It is also a purplish red color. He also has blotches on his upper thighs. They have a bar going across the bed so the covers don't touch his calves because they are so sensitive right now.
He was originally in the ER, then CCU and now is in a regular hospital bed. However they won't tell him what's wrong. They just kept taking blood every couple of hours, have a heart monitor on him and are only letting him have a cup of ice every couple of hours. He has seen the scary not seemingly to know whats she's doing doctor ONCE. He has no idea when she will come back.
I did the things he ask me to do, I called his work, e-mailed his son (now in Nigeria, making $50,000 a month) and fed his cat. I also got his mail and brought him some underpants. I visited him for around an hour and a half. I will visit him tomorrow if I have time between jobs. I don't think they will let me in after ten p.m. Hopefully they will tell him what's wrong with him by then.
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