Or, an organ of little consequence gets hot.
Appendicitis.
this ain’t no bingo. this ain’t no foolin’ around.
Man, you just never know what’s gonna happen. You think you’ve got it all worked out, keeping things orderly and somewhat on schedule with plans A and B and sometimes C, and then wham!
I had no clue that appendicitis hurt so much. Thank the stars for hospitals and morphine. And nurses.
So yeah, that’s what happened this past Saturday night. Surgery prep the next morning was interesting. They did the usual, washing me down with antibacteria wipes, IVs, all the questions, name, birthday, over and over then this very tall, serious man walked over and said, “Am I reading this right?”
I said, “I dunno. What are you reading?”
”You don’t have diabetes?”
”No.”
”You don’t have high blood pressure? No heart disease? No shortness of breath? You’re not on any medications?”
”I take pepcid.”
He latched onto that with a bit of excitement, ”What for?”
”Heartburn,” I said.
He scowled. “Are you on blood thinners?”
“No.”
A nurse behind me said, “That’s unusual.”
The serious man then said, “Well, this better be right or we’re all in trouble.”
Everyone kinda sniggered and I got the impression that the tall, serious man’s tongue had drifted over to his cheek.
Then the anesthesia hit and the lights went out.
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