And sleeping. They couldn't find anything, so they referred him to a GI specialist. They think it might be an ulcer.
Poor guy -- his loving wife reminded him, "Remember how, last week, I was talking to you about how I think you should be focusing on your physical and mental health right now? Ahem!"
But I also bundled him off to bed, so he can't complain too much.
I'd better be more subtle. I think there's part of him convinced that I can work spells. "Okay, eye of newt, tongue of frog, teach him that he needs to be a bump on a log!"
Yes, lack of sleep makes me punchy.
Here's to no more late-night blogging posts this week. KnockwoodpleaseGodThankYewJesus.