Well, Stan fell at the nursing home again tonight. Apparently it happened five minutes after I left his side. I hadn't even gotten my key in the door when Mark called to tell me that 911 was on its way to take him to the hospital. I stayed in the ER with him for over an hour until the doctor came in to see him. The doctor then ordered a whole bunch of tests.
Since I am still suffering from the stomach flu (and all it entails) I asked the doctor if they were going to be keeping Stan overnight. He said it was too early to tell, and he asked if I had plans. I said, "No, the flu." The doctor said they could call me later when they knew what they were going to do.
Apparently, I am now the bad guy for leaving. Stan wasn't speaking to me when I left.