Kane's OK

We put in a full day at the hospital, from about 9:00 to 3:30 or so in that bland little room, to find out that the kid's fine. Maybe a little constipated. Luckily, he had my Calvin and Hobbes collection and I had The Hunting Rifle by O'Connor. Even so, I admit it, I dozed. Extensively.

They tested for strep first, and by that time his temperature was back to normal. But it came back negative and his abdomen was still tender, along with nausea, and by that time they were telling me it just about had to be appendicitis. But the CAT scan showed nothing but, and I quote, "a lot of stool."

Lucky for the kid, none of his classmates read this stuff.

Kane was great; he drank the "contrast" concoction, got an IV inserted and blood drawn, and never complained once.

Oh, yeah, and I got an email from my FFL:

"I have it."

Very nice. Now all I have to do is figure out a way to get there and pick it up. I think dad might be ready for company this evening, and tomorrow's USPSA night. I'm not exactly sure I can get there and back on Friday, either, since I'll have to go after work but before I go on call. But it's no big deal; however long it takes, I'll just blame the FFL. :D