I'm here. Again, sorry everyone, it really isn't my fault, honest.<br/><br/>Friday morning, 9-1-1 was called for an amulance to take me to the emergency room. I had been having trouble with my balance and falling for a couple of weeks and, well, Friday morning, I tried to stand up from bed and face planted into the floor; I mean, like a rag doll. Couldn't ppick myself up  and my limbs were resisting the effort to move.<br/><br/>I've been told that by the time that I had gotten to the hospital, I was incoherant and slurring my words badly. I started to recover about 3 hours later, but spent the last several days in the hospital, again... the nurses call me by first name now.<br/><br/>Anyway, a mini-stroke, kidneys taking a major hit that pushes me really close to dialysis and a UTI later and I'm back home and trying to catcup again.<br/><br/>Good news, the stroke hasn't effected my mental or motor skills, as far as we can tell, so I'm very lucky. I've been ultrasounded to death, I mean, they even did scans on myliver...  Since my release, my kidney function has improved from a truly serious level and we have some hope that it may improve more in the coming weeks.<br/><br/>If I never see the inside of an amulance again, it'll be too soon!