So today it happened. Pie was admitted to the hospital.
We went to the doctor this afternoon, Pie is still showing most of the same signs as before but he is having more shortness of breath and his heart pounds when he does almost anything.
The doctor said (basically) That's it! Enough messing around, go to the hospital where they can do more tests and monitor you.
So we did. We got there around 2:30 this afternoon. Waited about an hour to (start) being seen. When I left at almost midnight he still didn't have a room. But he is admitted.
From the sounds of it he'll be there til at least Monday.
His blood sugar is very high and being treated with insulin, he'll probably be on that from now on instead of his pills.
But, for the time, of more concern is the cough/breathing difficulty etc.
There is 'something' on his lung in the x-ray. Until more definitive tests can be done they are not certain what it is.
Terms like bacterial infection, fungal infection, tuberculosis, auto immune disease, cancer, etc are all being tossed out.
I have to confess, I'm scared you guys. Please keep us in your thoughts.
And because I have to try to keep a sense of humour... I thought I'd share a prime example of sleazy with y'all:
I stopped at work to fill our family in on what's going on (besides the numerous phone calls and text messages from throughout the day). On my way out one of the bar regulars corners me in the lobby to 'say hi'.
He asked why I looked so sad and I told him Pie is still sick and was admitted to the hospital.
He says he should come home with me to make sure I get tucked into bed ok.
I assured him I was fine, tried to laugh like it was a joke.
He offered again, and again. All the while calling Pie his 'good friend'.
Oh, and this whole conversation took place with him looking NOT at my eyes... creep.
ps - that new horse is still nameless :o