He’s better than he was, anyway. I didn’t push him too much, and so he’s spent most of the day on the couch. But he’s not complaining of pain anymore (touch wood), so there’s that.
I never did find out what was wrong with him. They put him on antibiotics as a precaution, and we’re waiting for a call for an appointment with a gastroenterologist.
Which is all great, but the province of Ontario is going into a 28-day lockdown starting tomorrow. I don’t know if his appointment will be considered essential enough to bypass that.
So we continue to wait and just hope it’s cleared itself up.
In other words, “better” is relative.
Thanks again for all your good thoughts, prayers, and well-wishes. I appreciate you all more than you know.