Grandad wasn't feeling too well and couldn't move much on his own. Dad and I wanted to rush him off to the hospital so that they could monitor him. Grandad was certain that he did not need to go to the hospital and that he just wanted to be put to bed. Dad made an agreement with him that if he was still like this in the morning, we would take him straight to the doctor. Off we went to bed. At 5am, grandad was up and about with the radio on in the kitchen, dancing and singing his heart out. He clearly didn't want to go to the doctor.