ER visit---$250
Facing a life long fear(even if it is involuntarily)---Priceless
So here's what happened. I was enjoying a family cookout all evening on Sunday. Had all the great food, family, and fun I could handle. Everyone was gone by about 7:30pm. Sat back, relaxed, and played a board game with the hubby and kids. Watched the 10 pm news, indulged in a totally unnecessary dessert of a donut and then proceeded into my nightly ritual and headed to bed.
Awaken at 1 am to excruciating stomach pain...try to deal with it in my normal ways...hot tea, change of sleeping position, and so on...was able to doze off and on for about 2 hrs. Awaken again at 5 am, shake husband awake and say that something is just not right...and the whole time I have a deep seeded fear that one of my worst fears is happening.
Get to ER at 6:30 am. Get diagnosis by 8 am...appendicitis.
Wait till 4 pm to have my surgery all the while thinking that my appendix is going to rupture and that I am going to die. Did I say this was one of my worst fears? Yes, ever since I was a young child. Why? I am not really sure. I think maybe just knowing what could happen if it isn't caught in time. The spontaneity of it all. I am a planner. This is one of those things that I can't plan or be in control of. Don't like that.
Had the surgery, stayed in the hospital for a couple nights, having a pretty slow(or what seems like slow) recovery time. Feeling pretty crappy. Hard to cough, sneeze, laugh or just about anything that involves using the stomach muscles. (Note to self...don't let people visit after surgery that are going to make you laugh...no, not a good idea.) Having to take way too many antibiotics to make sure that the wounds inside or out don't become infected. Did I mention that I am not a good medicine taker? Well, I am not. I have a very weak stomach. Most meds make me wanna hurl.
Slowly, but surely I am improving. Every day things come a little easier. I have yet to be able to pick up the little guy. But I know that, too, will happen. All in good time.
Alas, there is a light at the end of the tunnel.I can now say tho that I no longer have to fear this. I have faced it head on. Even if I wouldn't have chosen to. To top it all off, during my recovery period I received my orange and yellow swap box from my swap buddy. How cool is all this stuff? Who wouldn't feel better after getting all this happy orange and yellow stuff? I can't even decide what my fave thing is. I mean, come on, a handmade bag and a hand-painted dish? A way cool flower charm for a necklace? I love it all! Thanks to my awesome swap buddy.
