You're not gonna believe this and I'm so brain-fried and knackered right now that I can't either but dh does have pneumonia and did end up in the hospital. He went back to the chest doctor today (who was having consulting hours at the hospital), and they decided to keep him there. Apparently the x-ray was crap, the infection is nasty, and a good bit of his right lung isn't doing much useful at all. No wonder the poor guy has got short of breath. They especially didn't like the fact his pulse-ox was down to 90% rather than being close to 100 like it should be even if you do have a cough. So they kept him at the hospital and he now has IV antibiotics and extra oxygen. He was starting to get better a bit with the new antibiotic from the GP the other day, but hopefully with more of it and some oxygen for a couple days it should get better even faster. If all goes well he'll be back home Sun or Mon, hopefully a lot better.
Now I feel a bit bad about the 'man flu' thing, but to be honest it did apply at first.
The 'man flu' at the beginning was true enough, but I could tell that this time he actually felt worse than usual. He has been kind enough to tell me that because I was suggesting it he went to the doctor at least a day sooner than he would've otherwise. Still sucks, though.
The only reason, I think, that I'm not freaking out more is I'm too knackered right now but it also helps a lot that I happen to have a few medical type people in my family and grew up with hospital stuff. So I already know stuff and know medical lingo well enough to talk to the doctors and understand what they're on about, usually, and since half my family work in hospitals for a living I pretty much know what goes on. I'm very grateful in a situation this crappy that at least I don't also have to deal with a huge amount of Fear Of The Unknown.
So anyway, I'm not leaving for Raleigh tomorrow.
Eric suggested that moving the trip to the end of next month should work, so I've done that. There's a chance I might still get Uwila's sippy cups before then, if I can persuade, say, my sister or someone to get them and send them sooner than I can get there. Maybe. I'm amazed at how long it takes boxed parcels to get here, and how expensive it is. Annoying since there're other things I could use sooner, too.
On a brighter note, at least the hot water is fixed. While dh was getting shoved in the hospital, the plumber was here and spent the afternoon replacing the diverter valve that had failed to send hot boiler water into the hot water tank to heat the water (and the electric heater in the water tank is dead, too, but that will have to wait until later since that will take another afternoon); at least the boiler can heat the water now. Ds has finally had a bath again, and is peacefully in bed. Now that I've finally had my second bite to eat for the day while writing this, I think I'll take a bath...
Crikey. I hope everybody else has a good weekend. Dh is sounding better tonight.