Lane is still in the hospital, still no firm diagnosis. (Meningitis & West Nile have been ruled out.) His friend who has been checking in with him and keeping us in the loop emailed me this morning with “I am sure he would rather hear from you than me.”
So…I’m getting ready to call the hospital for a quick “Dammit, get yourself better” call. I’m a wreck when it comes to these kinds of things. I’m totally terrified that he’ll have just fallen asleep and I’ll wake him up, or something like that. Wish me luck that I don’t say something stupid or start crying.
The books are apparently “Out for delivery” so hopefully he’ll get them sometime today.
Edit:Didn’t say anything stupid or cry. Go me.
