Middle woke us at about 1:00 this morning. He was in a lot of pain -- and this is Middle we're talking about. Middle never feels pain.
Anyway, he'd been away for the weekend but said that he was unwell the whole time and had been pretty sick. I thought maybe he'd been drinking but he explained that he wasn't able to - that he'd been too sick. He asked if I'd take him to the hospital.
So here we are.
Lots of tests, a CT scan and he's been admitted.
Everyone has been very nice.
Morphine can make a person rash-y, but it works and he's sleeping for the first time in days.
He was so good about drinking a big bottle of "Oral Contrast."
Before the Morphine and the Oral Contrast, he was still able to text friends.
After? Not so much.
We're in ER room CO2 if you want to stop by.
And, if you can't stop by, send good thoughts please.