My friend Don found himself calling 911 in acute pain last night and is in the hospital. They haven’t pinpointed the cause yet. He asked that I let my blog readers know.
He’s not at Stanford, rather another local hospital where I used to visit someone frequently and where my lupus support group meetings used to be held, so I know my way around there pretty much–that part shouldn’t be a problem. I didn’t manage to get there tonight; visiting hours would have been over by the time I could have gotten there, but I hope to tomorrow. After yet another doctor appointment (the staph infection came back again after the antibiotics finished again. Round three.) I have asked and been promised that with the bag over it and much handwashing and Purell-ing, I will not be spewing germs around as I go. But if any of my medical-profession readers feel otherwise, please let me know, even if I’d wish not to have to hear it.
Oh, and just to rat him out, his 79th birthday is next Tuesday, June 2.
I so hope he’s okay!