Well, we're back in the hospital.
This is night #2 of take two. For starters, yesterday was not a good day.
We checked into the ER at around 10:30 or 11:00. Jacob had chest pains. His family doctor thought it was the wisest thing for him to go to the ER. They initially treated as a heart patient, since we just didn't know anything other than he'd had an appendectomy 4 days ago and now his chest was tight.
They ran all sorts of tests. I remember blood tests, x-rays, an ultrasound, and a CT scan. From those, the only abnormal result that they could find was a high white blood cell count. The ER doctor either didn't know what was wrong or just wasn't confident enough to tell us one certain thing. #Annoying
We were stuck in the ER until around 5:00 when they told us that we were going to the hospital at least for the night. Great.
You know, I almost wish they would have know what was wrong - good or bad. It was really, really hard to sit there and think the worst. When doctors have no answers it's absolutely frightening.
We checked in, they ran a couple more tests, and finally this morning they said that his stool sample (sorry) came back positive for a bacterial infection. A couple of hours later they told us it was contagious. Awesome.
BUT at least we had an answer. And there's been some humor today. For example, when I pushed closed my chair-bed, and said, "See? THAT'S how it's done. Show 'em who's bad!" or something along those crazy awesome lines. Jacob said, "Aaaaaand my wife is a gangster."
You know. That's how I roll.