"Hi! I'm Cindy! We want your stay, today to be as comfortable as possible. So, if there's anything I can get for you, let me know....... an ice water, a warm blanket.... Oh! Of course, only your wife can have the water...... Oh! Rexburg! I love Rexburg! Oh! I guess I just went on a little trip down memory lane......" She went on and on all chirpy and rehearsed as if on a plane for the seven dwarves, but she left out the part, "The exits are to your right and to your left, and if the hospital happens to flood, your seats may also be used as a floatation device." We thought it was weird, and after the nurse came and acted the same way as the receptionist, Scott asked if he had died and gone to purgatory.

We'll know for sure tomorrow, but our Dr is certain that Scott has CMV........ or Chrohn's........... or inflammatory bowel disease........ Ok, so he can see that something is severely wrong and is positive the histology report will dictate the next steps. Hopefully, whatever treatment they choose will work miracles and we'll be able to get on with our happily ever afters.

The feeding tube is not painful, but a lot less than comfortable. I'm hoping he'll adapt quickly losing the nausea. It's miserable, but still much preferred over having a colostomy.