Today is the last day of my 40s. I officially turn the big 50 tomorrow, at about 11:30 am Eastern US time. Feels strange.

My husband received a text from his best friend's wife in the middle of the night last night, our time, but not since. We don't know what is happening now, but she said that my old pdoc told her that the friend needs to go to a neurologist asap and get an MRI, and that he believes the friend has brain inflammation from covid. We don't know if the friend went to the pdoc appointment or not. His wife said that if he refused, she would go with his sister without him. I hope they are at some hospital getting this taken care of. Not hearing from her since gives us hope that is so. If it is a brain inflammation, that can't wait for some future appointment in several days. I should think that any inflammation could cause long-term damage, if not addressed expediently. Though I am not sure. One would have hoped that one of his three recent ER visits would have included such a test, but that hospital failed him. They sent him home, immediately (after sometimes a 7 hour wait), just because his respiratory system was OK, saying being in the hospital would make him vulnerable to infection. And that was even after his wife said she believed he was a danger to himself, one of the times.