I woke up at about 4:00 to a tremendous crash and my mom screaming at the bathroom door. My dad had gotten up to go to the bathroom and passed out. He was disoriented and kept trying to get up and go back to bed; all tolled he fainted five times. Not gonna lie, it was scary. We took Dad over to Mayo anyway to see that since he had already prepared for the surgery, if there was any chance that they would still go through with it. The surgeons decided against it and sent Dad to St. Mary's for emergency care and evaluation. At St. Mary's they admitted him overnight for "observation" and ran every test they had studied in medical school. Between the two hospitals, we spent about eight hours there. Thanks goodness I'm not pre-med. Hospitals wear me out. I know if I become a cop I'll spend my fair share of time in hospitals, but still. Even being in one makes me feel ill enough to be there, if that makes any sense. There were a few funny incidents while at the hospital. The doctors who referred us to St. Mary's advised Dad not to eat before he was evaluated, but me and Mom were starving as well, so as soon as we got to the emergency room we got granola bars and coffee out of the vending machines in the lobby. Dad was watching us eat them and he said in this small voice, "Can I just hold food? I can't eat it, but I just wanna hold it." Which sent me and my mom into gales of laughter. Then the nurse sent my dad into a room and told him to get into the hospital gown. He changed, then we all waited for someone else to come tell us what was going on. A man came in and asked us what was going on, and my dad said, "I don't know; the nurse just told me to come in here and take off my clothes!" The man said, "Those lousy nurses! All they do is tell you to take off your clothes." We all had a good laugh over that.