Remember when I said Hotter was way sick? Well, he's STILL like that. He's not any worse, but he's also not any better. Symptoms include GI malaise, lower-abdominal pain that seems tied to position (one day his body had to be straight, the next he had to be bent, and today he's just all-around miserable), fever, and body aches. He doesn't look AWFUL but he doesn't look all that good either.
I wouldn't have a whole lot of sympathy except that his donor organs are both housed in his lower abdomen, so. Yeah.
I have to leave in half an hour and go to a job-training thingy that is supposed to take about two hours. Hotter was groaning and carrying on this morning in a "could be man-flu, could be The Beginning Of The End" sort of way, so in deciding whether or not to cancel, I resorted to my Litmus Test of Last Resort.
"You know," I said casually, "technically lower-abdominal pain with fever is one of those things we're ALWAYS supposed to call Dr. Kidney* about."
"And if I call Dr. Kidney and tell her that you have a fever and lower abdominal pain, she's going to tell us to go straight to the ER at Local Teaching Hospital. Does it hurt THAT much, or are you being a drama-llama?"
Alrighty, then. So I'm going to the training-thing, and I'll re-assess when I get back.
* Awww...it's their anniversary today!
** Um, yeah, when he had surgi-ma-callit-itis he was crying for Dr. Kidney and Local Teaching Hospital's ER like a little bitch, so this means that a) his sense of humor is still intact and b) this is somewhere between "man-flu" and "not YET a surgical emergency."