About that....

I was in the hospital for a couple days this week. Not sure why.


They were going to take out my appendix if I gave consent on Wed. morning-- but, I didn't really want them to since it stopped hurting so bad-- and because they said they weren't 100% sure that was causing the problem-o.


Then, they were pretty sure it was a ruptured ovarian cyst. Not it-- an ultra-sound showed that that wasn't the case.

Now, they call me today with strict instructions "If the pain returns to your lower right abdomen-- go to the ER or call an ambulance and we are taking the appendix out."

Whatever.

I don't know a lot about medicine-- but I do know a lot about how I feel-- not great for a long time. But, that being said, right now I feel fantastic.

But who knows when the death sting will start punching at my belly.

I was really lucky because I had a nurse I knew. It was comforting to see a familiar face.

What to do- remove it- not remove it- unneeded surgery is just against my principles. For starters, it adds to the cost of everything... not on a personal level, but on a national level.

Pretty much everything has come back to say that the only thing it could be is my appendix- but it hasn't gotten unbearable and bad- so I don't think it is it.

Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah.


Maybe I was just in there so that I could get more flowers from Matt.