Notes from the Infirmary

kshandra here...and BOY, how I hate bringing that subject line out of retirement...

At 7:15 tonight (I haven't been to bed yet, therefore it still counts as "tonight"), gridlore and I were discussing whether or not to take him to Urgent Care. ("Remember," I said, "the last time I insisted you go, I saved your damn life." "Yeah," he acknowledged, "but the Belgians aren't doing this to me because I won't learn to speak French.")

At 8:15 tonight, there were two fire trucks and an ambulance in front of my apartment. As I noted when I checked into O'Connor Hospital on Foursquare, this was NOT how I wanted to win that particular argument.

I'll let my Twitter feed pick up the story from here.

• 9:03 PM - Latest word is @gridlore's going for a CT scan, and then I'll get to go back and see him. Updates to follow.
  
• 10:07 PM - The admitting MD is in with @gridlore now; I'll get to see him in another 5 minutes or so. #hospitals #collectthewholeset
  
• 10:53 PM - Spoke with @gridlore's treatment team; they'll be admitting him to the ICU. Details are not suitable for public consumption.
  
• 11:27 PM - ...and my computer is still on at home, so I can't check my mail in the waiting room. #firstworldproblems
  
• 12:17 AM - Mom is meeting me here. It'll help.
  
• 1:01 AM - At long last, dinner. (Or possibly breakfast. I'm not really sure at this point.)
  
• 2:05 AM - The bed has been put back together, and now I can fall apart.

Yes, I'm being intentionally vague. Part of that is because we still don't actually know what's going on...and part of that is because I'm utterly fucking terrified. This was quite literally the worst I've ever seen him, and I'm not ready to talk about why. I may never be.

I am entirely too wound up to sleep, so I'm going to play mindless games on the internet until I can face my empty bed. Updates as I have them tomorrow.