So Tigger is worried that this is my appendix that's giving me problems. I'm not convinced. Waiting for the results of my bloodwork to see what's going on. The doc doesn't open until 9am ... I think. I just tried calling. No one is there. ugh.
The smart side of my brain says no way it's that. The wishful part of my brain says no way because I can't take any time off for illness. I have Washington, D.C. with Alex, cub scout camp with Owen and fabulous beach vacation, the sequel. No time for foolish appendix concerns.
Do you hear me universe...NO TIME.
I'll let you know if I hear anything exciting. They better have wi-fi in the hospital if that's where I'm going! I'll pack up the laptop just in case. Just imagine the material I'd have in there. Horrible food, horrible smells, general discomfort...that's practically a novel. Brilliant.
So if the "I can put you dead in a ditch if you're 10 minutes late to my house" part of my brain is right - I'm about to lose an organ. But it's a useless organ, so no worries. This is highly unlikely says the smart, rational portion of my brain which is usually only active when combating evil problems here at work.
Think good thoughts for my innards folks.
1:23 p.m. - ETA: White cell count is NORMAL. So now I have pain where I shouldn't for a bladder infection that I didn't even know I had. But the normal count rules out appendicitis, so I'm glad the smart side of my brain didn't let my dead-in-a-ditch-side run to the ER. Hopefully the antibiotic will clear the pain up...
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I'll trade you one Quasimodo-esque hump on my back (they don't know what it is and are sort of giving me the run-around as to exactly WHEN they plan to make me either less hideous or ship me off to France) for your broken appendix.
Well? How's your pain today? Hoping it's better...
The poor appendix. It is vastly under appreciated.
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