Homecoming

Woo Hoo! B- was freed released from the hospital Monday afternoon. Nigel and I picked him up in our rental car (it was a Smart, more on that in a bit), which I'd rented for the express purpose of visiting him. Taxis are so expensive in Holland that one round trip to the hospital cost more than a day of rental car. It was a no brainer.

He's doing much better overall, but is still a bit weak and "woozy in the head" as he calls it. While I'm trying not to get my hopes up too high, we're still upbeat that he'll get his strength back in two weeks - in time for our honeymoon to Tanzania. It would be a tragedy (not to mention a lot of money) if we can't go.

So, thanks for all the kind words and well wishes. So far he doesn't appear to be relapsing into a third round of nastiness.

The prognosis you ask? We still don't know, and apparently we may never know what struck him. Malaria is out, and other tests came back negative. Seems the dirty little secret of internal medicine is that there's still a whole lot that plagues us and they (*they*) don't know what it is.

Scary.