Nick and I went to visit Jeff in the hospital last night. In case you haven't heard, he's got a raging case of pancreatitis. We wanted to bring him something special from the gift shop, but they strangely only had new baby gifts and a variety of non-hospital stay related dime-store crap. We did find as "Get Well" card, but we had to go with the "It's a Boy" balloon.
I think he was too hopped up on pain meds to fully appreciate how hilarious I am.
He hasn't been able to drink or eat anything for days, so he's losing weight, and Jeff was already a little guy to begin with. That, coupled with the fact that he recently got a short haircut... the poor guy looks like he's been in a concentration camp.
They are putting him through some pretty painful tests but they aren't sure exactly what's causing this problem yet. Last night he was also scheduled to see a dermatologist because he's got this terrible rash on his arms.
As I understand it, he had gone to St. Joseph's Hospital first and they just sent him home with some Tylenol. Luckily, when the pain got too bad, he looked for a second opinion at Barnes Jewish.
If you know Jeff, you should really go up and see him. His spirits are kind of low and the nurses say he's getting lonely.