On another note: Years of neglecting one's personal care, eating total crap (except when I cook it), and generally subjecting himself to an abusive, driven life, have fired a warning shot across my partner's bow. He's been feeling unwell and attributed his chest pain to coughing, a result of all the smoke we've been subjected to these last 2-3 weeks. I went by his place this morning to pick up my pocket pooch and he was complaining of chest pain, from coughing, or course, dizziness, and his eyes were blurry. At first I told him he needed to see a doc, and soon. So, we went to have some tea and a snack a local eatery we frequent. As I looked at him, I noticed his mouth was sagging, kind of slipping off to the right. The waitress teased him about being drunk so early in the day because he was slurring his words. I told the waitress to pack our stuff to go and ordered him into the car. I took him to the emergency room where, after a series of tests, the doc told him he had had a heart attack. It didn't look too bad, but they wanted to keep him at least overnight, do more tests. He wanted to go home. I pretty much ordered him to stay. I told him he better not die before he's done fixing the back hoe! After the blood work came back, they will be doing a heart catheter and see if they can fix his problem with a stint. While perhaps not as bad as it could have been, it's still pretty serious. No matter how much he bugs me sometimes, I will definitely have to change my lifestyle if he doesn't pay attention to this warning.