Dad is back in the hospital. I spoke too soon I guess. He seemed to have a pretty good day, he was talkative and eating. He laid down during the day and got up to have dinner. He loved Julie's Chicken and veggies and ate a great dinner, he came and watched some TV with me and Mom and he was able to get out of the chair by himself. He got ready to go to bed, went to the restroom and then Mom came out and said he was breathing weird. I went to check and it was like he couldn't catch his breath. It was very labored. I asked him if he felt anything else, he could speak, but quick and not in sentences. So we called 911 and they came and gave him oxygen and a breathing treatment, it never stopped or got better, his blood pressure was soaring and his pulse too. They took him to the hospital, they had to carry him to the gurney. Mom was there at the Emergency until 2 am. They continued to give him breathing treatments, but it never went away. They were waiting for a room in the cardiac area. So he called this a.m. and said he's feeling better, but Mom said his breathing still wasn't good. This is the second time he's come home and had to go back the same day, I'm not sure what to think.