ICU

It's a strange feeling seeing the strongest man you've ever known strapped to a gurney and being loaded out of his home by a bunch of well meaning strangers.

Stranger to try to explain that the man on the table, twitching and slurring his speech and answering simple questions with complete non-sequitors actually does have a genius IQ, speaks 3 languages, and taught you more than every professor you've ever known combined.

I don't recall the last time I felt this tired.

My mom has it even worse, as I guess he started deteriorating last night some time and she'd been up with him for almost an entire day before she called me at work this afternoon to come help.

But at least the local doctors seem to be taking it seriously.

They've moved him three times now.
ER, to Trauma, To ICU, to another ICU suite. 
Still intubated.
Still has a half dozen IV's in him.

It's a strange feeling seeing the strongest man you've ever known laying motionless on a table with tubes and machines wired into his body...



And knowing that there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.