You know those times when you look at your spouse and you say "hey honey you don't look so well"... and they go
"Nah I'm totally 100% fine!" and you know that they are just full of BS...?
(And he went and ran a 5k like this!)
Finally wakes me up in the middle of the wee hours and tells me yep he's not fine. He is sweaty and delirious, doubled over with back and abdominal pain. Get him to the hospital and they are concerned about the very high BP and heart rate, but by this point he can't even sit down and is bent over gripping a chair like someone going into labor. Still it's pandemonium at the hospital and there are no gurneys, wheelchairs, or beds to be found... so after bloodwork we're asked 'can you walk?' and he gives a stoic sure! So we're marched through the halls for five minutes to get scans.
What did we determine?
Fever.
Infection but thankfully no perforation.
Dehydration.
IV administered by a nurse tech so green that says "I'm not good with needles" and is not very inspiring as I watch her hit something and blood starts spewing on the floor.
The doctor is the same guy that saw him years ago for the same problem, and says all these meds should fix him up again but he should probably think about getting an operation in the future, where they cut out the diseased area and put you back together. His family history and relapses are enough to consider it even at his age... the issue apparently will get worse the older he is.
They send him home with a lot of pills. Since he is still in severe pain he takes the painkillers they've given him.. so yesterday he goes through all the motions - giddy, sleepy, completely stoned, followed by something that seems a lot like withdrawal, because he said the room was spinning and then ended up shaking and retching on the floor for hours.
Anyway he will not take those painkillers ever again. He is better today, so I guess the antibiotics are working.
I am tired.🫠😔