Take Two

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.