We were at home, ready to start cleaning the cat litter (yay not) when he told me he couldn't lie down and that his stomach hurt pretty badly. (Cat litter is tonight. So excited).
Welp...it escalated quickly. It had been so long since he last had any kind of stomach ailment. He was really upset at how much pain he was in. He was also alarmed, but we told him this is how it happens. He didn't remember, it'd been that long. He rarely gets sick, and when he does, it's really mild. Even COVID was nothing for him.
Either way, after a couple of hours of ginger ale that didn't stay down, and resting on a recliner covered with his coat and a blanket with the heat turned up, he started joking around again and being a big goofball. And I knew whatever it was had passed.
We thought we might have to take turns staying downstairs with him all night while he slept in the recliner. However, he couldn't sleep in it (my son is a really big guy), and was able to sleep in his own bed.
Seems like he's better today.