Something's taking hold, and sleep doesn't cure it

After getting up and showered, Tim sleeps all day, in his chair, by the heater in the sun room. He cannot be disturbed; he’s out like the proverbial light. When he wakes up in the late afternoon, he says that he knows he has to go to the hospital, but doesn’t want to go on Saturday night, when there won’t be good staffing and the ER will be full of whatever.