The Constable is in the hospital for the third time in the last two days. They keep oscillating between “you might have something really serious” and “you’re fine, go home!” Now they’re actually admitting him instead of just having him come back to the ER for more testing, but we still have very little information. He’s also 600 miles away from me, and his closest family member. It’s also his fucking birthday (this is the second time going to the hospital just today). And my instinct is to get in the car and drive, but he might be contagious so they’re basically telling me I can’t. Fuck.