Happy Anniversary Sweetie and Grump!
This is turning out to be a very weird week indeed!
Old Grump came home from work at noon yesterday, feeling ill. He took a nap, got up briefly around 6:00 pm and picked at his dinner, then went back to bed, sleeping soundly until this morning.
He awoke still feeling cruddy, with the same irritating sharp pain in his lower abdomen that he felt Monday morning. Mind you, this wasn't excruciating, roll-up-in-a-fetal-position-and-lay-crying-on-the-floor pain, just mildly disturbing. No big deal, right? However, since he decided not to go to work, he figured he may as well go see a doctor to make sure nothing more serious was going on.
At our local walk-in clinic, we can make online reservations so you don't have to sit in the waiting room for an hour or so. So Grump went online, filled in the reservations form, and for the description of the problem he was having typed in, "pain in lower right abdomen". Immediately a screen came back informing him to call 911, and go to the emergency room RIGHT NOW. It also informed him that he would be barred from using the online reservations screen for 24 hours.
Well poop! Waiting at the walk-in clinic is an absolute cake walk compared to the excruciating waits at the emergency room. But Grump and Sweetie decided it was the proper thing to do, so after Sweetie dropped Kuya off at school she came home for the Old Grump, leaving Dodong with Lola.
|Is This Man (Physically) Sick?|
Phooey! Now he had to have it removed!
Appendicitis is nothing to fool around with, so the procedure was scheduled for that day. Grump was put on a hospital bed and prepped, and the next round of excruciating waiting began.
|Grump Waiting to be Cut|
|Kuya Being Primed for Dental X-rays|
Eventually Grump did have his operation, and it was a success, although what should have been a simple 15 minute deal, (pull out the misbehaving appendix), turned into a 45 minute not-so-simple ordeal, because the stupid appendix had already begun to spew puss into Grump's abdomen, which of course had to be cleaned up. (And we wonder why emergency room wait times are so long? Emergencies can't be held accountable to a timetable!) But the good doc finally finished removing and cleaning up what needed removed and cleaned up, Grump was stitched back together, and still under heave sedation he was wheeled into a recovery room, where everyone had fun asking him silly questions as he attempted to get his brain functioning again.
|A Heavily Sedated Grump, Trying to Remember What Planet He Lives On|
A bright light in all this darkness was that our friend Auntie C., who works at the hospital, stopped by in the evening to check on Grump, and then went down with Sweetie to the cafeteria to buy each of them a hamburger and milkshake. Grump hadn't eaten much since Sunday night, (he didn't eat much Monday, and only had half a bowl of oatmeal today), so he really appreciated the food, as did Sweetie!
|Show Me the Way to go Home!|