After visiting Don on the 10th, a 6-day migraine began.  Weather was rainy and dull and cloudy.  I hate weather that gives me a headhurt.  

Fast forward to Thursday, Oct 21st, when I received a letter from Don.  He'd been in the hospital since the 13th.  He waited to write me.  Thought he'd get better.  He said he thought his liver was shutting down.  He had severe stomach pains and he would catch himself rambling and have no idea what he was talking about.  He contacted the triage nurse and she scheduled a doctor's appt. the next day.  His blood pressure was 73/41 but he tried to convince the doctor from admitting him,  By being admitted, he loses his cell and his cellmate.  They box of your stuff and it sits there until you leave the hospital. 

I didn't sleep thursday night.   Friday morning I started calling the prison.  Nothing good came of that.  I left messages and make hotel reservations.  Then we were on the road.  

Arriving at the prison early Saturday morning, I was ready for a battle but fortunately his doctor left notes that he could have visitors.

We only stayed for two hours.  He was in alot of pain and couldn't sit still.  No real diagnosis and no real ideas.  The doctor stoopped the antibiotics and plan to do colon tests next week.

Our visit on Sunday was longer (5 hours) but he was very tired.  We talked and cried.  One of the most difficult for me was when he looked me in the eye and cried.  I will never forget that feeling.

I will begin calling the prison hospital later this week.  Not sure how I will be able to help from out here.