POOR JERRY

My wonderful husband planned a get away for us this past week end.  He got us a room in Springfield and we went to the Lincoln Museum, saw Lincolns home, and went to a big mall.  He didn't feel real good but decided he could handle it.  Sunday instead of going anywhere else he asked if we could go home.  Of course we did.  When we got home about 3pm he went directly to bed. Around 6:30 he woke up with a 103 fever.  After 3 Advil it still didn't go down.  He had the worst headache and he was coughing and just feeling awful. I gave him a vicodin and an hour later his fever still wasn't down. I called the advice nurse at our insurance company and after a profile they said to take him to the ER.  The ER decided he had Bronchitis. No flu, no pneumonia.  They gave us meds and sent him home.  As soon as we got home he started throwing up.  After a couple of hours with no relief I called the ER.  They said to give him Dramamine wait 1/2 hour and then give him more pain meds.  He threw up the Dramamine so after another 1/2 hr I took him back to the ER.  This time they gave him a shot of morphine and something to keep him from throwing up.  He has now slept all day and so far not thrown up anything else.  He is still taking vicodins for the headache but no coughing .  I think he is on the mend. Love this guy.  He is such a trooper. He keeps apologizing for ruining the week end.  I'm pretty sure he didn't do it on purpose.