Flyboy

Yesterday was my sister, Sandee's, 41st birthday. I was going to blog about it. I was going to call her and wish her a happy birthday. I was. Really, I was. But this is what happened instead. Flyboy wasn't feeling very well. He was having some pretty bad stomach pain. He thought it was the worst gas he's ever had. He has an extremely high tolerance for pain so for him to be complaining was unusual. He took some Pepto and then some Gas X thinking that they would help. I went to bed around 7pm (I have been working 3am to 1130am plus lots of OT) and after about an hour, Flyboy came and asked me to take him to the hospital. It was that bad. Seriously. He hates hospitals and doctors. So we went to the nearest hospital (the worst one in our area and NO we will never go back) and spent the next 2 hours in the waiting room. He was in so much pain that he was like a fart in a skillet. He couldn't keep still. He was writhing in agony and pacing the entire waiting room, vomiting, crawling on the floor, and still......he had to wait his turn. FRUSTRATING!! Finally, they took him back and got him on some morphine which kicked in pretty quick and helped him to relax a bit. The doc said his symptoms showed that he had a kidney stone and they did a CAT scan to find out. But instead of a kidney stone, he has Appendicitis. So at 7am this morning, they wheeled him into surgery to remove his inflamed appendix. Some gas that was.

BTW, happy belated birthday Sandee!!