I remember something about an Ed O'Neill, but I don't remember where or if he's still alive. I'll ask.
He actually woke up yesterday. That's the thing about Irish farmers - you think you've done 'em in, and they wake up saying "I'm not dead yet!" ;) He's not coming back from this one - his lungs are almost completely filled with fluid, his kidneys have shut down, and there are other details I haven't given. Still, he managed to smile and gasp out "thank you" when we got some water into his mouth - and he was even able to swallow a teaspoon.
All nutrients have been pulled, and he's on a morphine drip. It's just about time now. However, explicit orders were given, and I'm not going back up today. No matter what happens, I'm not to call the hospital, and nobody is going to call me if his condition changes until tomorrow. I've got a hot date with a pretty redhead... ;) Movie, dinner, then I'm going to teach her a few dance steps.