After he vomited the dr finally came. He had vomited his contrast for the ct scan. He's finally sleeping a little. It's been a miserable afternoon for him. I feel foolish to have gotten excited that he might have gone home. I've been doing this for years. Everytime hopes get up something goes wrong. It's not that I'm being pessimistic, I'm just not naive anymore. I hope he will rest peacefully a little while longer I need see my little guy.