It all began last week, Wednesday. Jorge had stomach pain and was running a fever. He was sent from his department to the ER, with a possible appendicitis. After a CT scan, they found out he had diverticulitis, an infection in his colon. He was put on IV antibiotics and told that he would be in the hospital until Sunday. He was allowed only ice chips. By Friday, he could have jello, broth and juice.
Saturday we were getting things ready to leave Sunday afternoon. Until, he woke up in the most horrible pain. He looked like he was in labor, the way he was contorting from the pain. They called in the rapid response team and took him for an emergency CT scan. It showed a small perforation to one of the diverticuli. He was moved to an ICU and was still in a lot of pain on Sunday.
Yesterday was a lot better pain wise, but he was unable to eat or drink anything. Today, they did a chest X-ray because they were concerned that he might be developing pneumonia. We are still waiting for the results.
He just wants to go home and gabe and I just want him home. I miss gabe, and so does Jorge. I've never been as scared as I was on Sunday.