I am damaged at best*
Husband is still in the hospital. He looks (knock on wood) considerably better than he did when I took him there on Thursday afternoon. (Which was, bad. Really, really bad. He could not walk, could not stand up, I had to get a wheelchair to get him into the ER. It was scary.) He was able to eat real food (well, hospital food) all day yesterday without being wracked by excruciating pain a few hours later, which is a first in the last 2 weeks, so, maybe that's a good sign.
We still do not have an answer for what has made him so sick. They have scoped his stomach (where they found 'irritation' and 'swelling' and 'two small areas of erosion' that were 'insufficient to have caused' his current situation), scanned his gallbladder, xrayed. etc. His arms are bruised from all the blood they've taken. (And this is a man who gives religiously to the Red Cross, so, getting blood out of him is usually not a big deal.)
I have been told by the doctor that there is no way this is e.coli0157 or salmonella poisoning, but, they also don't have the test results back from those tests yet, so, I guess I'll believe it when I see a negative test result...
Tomorrow they are scoping his intestines.
*some song by Lifehouse, title I cannot remember right now, but, the lyrics are a pretty good fit for my current state of mind