Dave's in rough shape right now folks. This weekend my sister and I were worried about Dave and we went to check up on him. He didn't answer his door, and he's been pretty alone for a couple days. At first I didn't want to disturb him for fear of invading his privacy, but it turned out to be the right thing to do. He was out of it, much like he was when taking his pain medication. He was not coherent, and seemed to be confused when we talked to him. We decided to call an ambulance, but Dave refused to go. We then contacted his doctor who assessed the situation and decided Dave needed to get to the hospital immediately. We called the ambulance back and again Dave refused, but Melissa convinced Dave it was necessary for him to go... And so it was. Dave was rushed to the hospital and went right into the ICU. I've learned that Dave was very dehydrated and he was in trouble. Today I learned they're putting him on a breathing tube as his lung is doing worse.

I've been feeling kinda awkward about the whole week or so leading up to this. On the one hand I was worried about him declining again, falling into depression. On the other hand, I didn't want to disturb his privacy or annoy him. People aren't happy when they're sick, and I didn't want to frustrate our friendship. I was concerned Melissa and I were sending him to the hospital for something that could have been trivial, but it wasn't until afterward that I learned it was pretty serious. I just don't know what I could have done different to prevent this from happening. Maybe I do know and I don't want to face it?

I'm going to visit him later today. Please, everyone, keep him in your prayers.