By the time I finish typing this, Ray should be home for the weekend. A friend took my van and went after him. I'd just gotten back from visiting and they had said they wanted him until they could run gall bladder tests on Monday.
Someone a little brighter figured out there was no point in keeping him there over the weekend so he'll be home and I hope he'll be okay until he can get back there.
Someone had either left a note in the comments or emailed me suggesting gall bladder. Sorry I can't remember now who - it was during the hospital stay before this one or even the one before that. They all blur together in my mind. Anyway, I didn't think he still had one and neither did he. Shows you what we know. I guess the docs can tell so that's the next thing to be checked.
More later. I have a ton of clothes on the bed to hang (thinking I had more time to do it) and I'd like him to have one small corner to fall into.