Christmas around my house is always an interesting time. I'm the grinch, but I do my best to hide it so the ball of fire will get the most enjoyment of the season. So when I woke up crabby with a roiling stomach on Christmas morning, I chalked it up to my usual holiday cheer.
By Wednesday, the stomach was more than roiling, it was protesting, loudly and with vigor. When the roiling turned into a sharp pain in my right side, I knew things were not going well.
The hubby eventually convinced me to pay a friendly visit to the local emergency room, where it was soon discovered that my appendix no longer wanted to be part of the family. A few hours and a few well-placed cuts later, and we were soon parted.
I was left with three neat little holes, one through my once-beautifully-pierced belly button, to remind me that there are much worse things than Christmas that I could worry about. Next year, I'll just be thankful that everyone is healthy!
(Someone will need to remind me of this next year when I start bitching about the holidays..)
5 comments:
Wow girly!! I'm glad to hear you are better!! I was going to call you from our annual holiday concert last night (El Monstero - St. Louis version of Pink Floyd Tribute Band) to wish you a Happy Birthday, but it was so loud I couldn't hear myself talk. Anyway, Happy (Belated) Birthday!! I miss you and I "Wish You Were Here". Get better and maybe in '08 we can get a chance to spend a few minutes together again.
Oh my! Maybe this will clear up the issues with you tummy! I guess you needed time off more than you thought!
Happy Belated Birthday!
What the heck?!
(Sorry to hear about the loss of your appendix! I hope you're feeling better!)
Ok, that is very deserving of an "ohgoodgod." Yikes. Glad everything turned out ok, surgery and all. Did you at least get good drugs?
I didn't know you had an appendix.
Did you bring it home in a jar? Because it could be awkward for the husband. Having to see this meaty organ that lived inside you all day and all night. But then, men with things to prove...
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