Life update.
Being able to eat at least something has given me enough energy to let the black and white cats upstairs after about a week of basement life. We have some cats that need to be separated, so all needs and comforts are on 2 levels of the house so they can be separated. We switch every 24hours. Due to me in thr hospital and not feeling well, the black and white ones stayed down stairs, as they are skittish of my husband snd that's just where they were whenI went to the ER.
My stomach issues are still the same, but a medicine let's me consume things like juice, soup, and applesauce. It's not much, but it's more than I was able to eat a week ago. 
I'm still very tired. I get waves of pain and exhaustion. I feel like I've been beat with a baseball bat throughout the day. 
Lots of scary things were ruled out, and I think the last of the test results are in. There are still things to find out, but at least cancer and emergency surgeries are ruled out. 
Pictured is Fang. He follows me to whichever room I've crashed in. Also Lester, who has not left me since I got home. All of the other kitties have shown they've missed me in their own way. Each one is ao different. 
I am thankful for them, and my husband taking up the responsibilities I cannot do right now. It took a lot out of me just to get into Roblox for a bit and play with some others. I ended up crashing out for about an hour with Roblox still running (sorry whoever was in my server).