So I drove back to Monroe County and dropped in on the Bloomington Hospital. Bingo! He was in Rehab there, but . . . he was in dialysis right then. So I went home. Then I took a nice long nap.
Spent all afternoon touring hospitals, drove 135 miles in this heat, and accomplished basically nothing. Except I now know where my parishioner is, so I ought to be able to see him if I get back over there tomorrow.
All in a day's work.