Even My Innards are Adorable...

Do you know how I know that?  About me having adorable innards?  I know that because last Wednesday when the ER doctor told us that I had Acute Appendicitis I felt my innards blush and say, "Thank you for noticing, we have been working out!"  That's right my friends...less than a week ago I spent the night feeling like Ellen Ripley.

The next morning Jason and I hightailed it to the ER where it was discovered that I would need surgery to get rid of my little friend.  Before surgery, though, I had to have a CT Scan (also pronounced Cat Scan).  I wondered if I should tell that doctor that I probably didn't need a cat scan because Lulu had stared at me for a good 10 minutes the night before.  However, she was probably less concerned with diagnosing me and more perturbed with my ramblings of being punished for not getting a flu shot.  Before the CT Scan the nurse told me I had to drink a liter of "pool water" and had to do so in 60 minutes.  I said, "Challenge accepted!"  And I did it in 40...booyah!

Jason tells me that my surgery was quick and easy.  I don't remember any of it.  Nor do I remember the two hours afterwards that I laid in the recovery room.  Apparently I met my surgeon there.  Jason says he was young.  I really hope I didn't make mention of Dr. McDreamy and him and I in an on-call room.  What I do remember about that time, though, is discussing the best places to eat breakfast in Portland with the nurse.  Priorities people!

The next morning marked 37 hours of not eating.  37 hours!!  That is by far and wide a record for me and I was so excited for my creamed rice cereal that I even dressed up for the occasion.

I am now on the mend and I have to say my in-home nursing staff has been amazing. I didn't lift a finger for a whole weekend.  With care like that I may never get better!!  Not to mention our small network for friends and how they helped out or offered to help out...we love you!  Also the staff and care at OHSU was phenomenal!  If ever you need to hang out in a hospital for 27 hours...do it there.  

And that is the story of the day I found out my innards were adorable.  Unfortunately, I can not attest to this fact because the doctor wouldn't let me bring my appendix home in a jar.  Which is sad because I was going to name him George, and I was going to hug him and pet him and squeeze him.  Oh well.