Appendectoogoodgodme

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..)