… no diagnosis. Gratefully, I’m not “bad enough” to go to the Emergency Room. They would have carried me off kicking and screaming!! The owner–manager of the RV Park was so kind to take me and sit with me (at my doctor’s office). I’ve been home fewer than thirty minutes and I’m ready to eat some stew (from “owner–manager” on Saturday night). ~~~~ Just “touching base” so you know I have two prescriptions and, hopefully, I’m on the road to recovery.

Postscript @ 6:45 PM:  Right now, I do not feel a “hair’s width” better than this time last night.