I can laugh about it now.

Jack was on some very strong pain meds last week. He was in so much pain that they really didn't touch the pain, but they did make him extremely loopy.

He would have a conversation with us, and five minutes later start the same conversation again. I can't tell you how many times he asked if Jessica's broken pipes had been fixed yet. One time he told me there were broken shoulders everwhere. I still don't know what he thought he was seeing.

He would be in the middle of a sentence and start snoring. Then he would suddenly wake up and start his conversation all over again.

And he didn't really think much about what he was saying.

One night Crystal-married-to-Nathan had the kids call to talk to him. Jack had been dosed about ten minutes before this conversation, and the delirium was kicking in a bit. Kyle got on the phone and at some point asked Jack what kind of tests they would be doing the next morning.

Without a second thought, Jack said, "They are going to stick a camera up my butt and see what is in there."

Poor Kyle. I heard him say "whaaaat????" and then he was gone. He never came back to the phone.

The only camera he really sees much of is my big 50d. I can only imagine what he was thinking.