Just over a week ago, on Tuesday, I woke up with a sore stomach. Was it the Salad King I had eaten the night before? Was it the 1000 sit ups I did the day before? No… it was my appendix. Joy.

This stomach ache was a little different than the norm. It didn’t go away, by 4 I thought I better get my butt to the walk-in. The walk-in doctor poked away and sent me for an x-ray and some blood work and ultrasound for Wednesday. But alas, I didn’t make it.

By 11 when it was time for bed, I told Brad that it was just too painful. We called a doctor friend and we decided that we would head to the hospital. So after the short 5 minute walk to emergency we enjoyed a pleasant two hours in the waiting room wearing face masks and watching a homeless guy with a huge slash in his check try to get comfortable. At least he brought his own pillow.

It was quickly decided that I had appendicitis. And after the CT Scan I was quickly on the road to surgery. Okay, quickly, wasn’t the best choice of word… I was in the hallway of emergency most of the day with my best friend Morphine until I was moved into my own room. So by 9pm Wednesday I was quickly on my way to surgery.

The surgery was done laparoscopically through three incisions. (I had them take this shot of me before I went in so you can see where they cut.) The operation took about 1.5 hours and of course I was out cold. All I remember is waking up in recovery and I was struggling and a little confused. I think I threw up a bit too. I was down there a little longer because I kept on falling asleep to the point of snoring really loud. All I remember saying was that I needed to get back up there because Brad was waiting for me and it was 1 AM!

So the actual operation was done through three incisions. I had a little bit of rupturing but I guess they got me all cleaned up. The hole above my belly button was used for the camera. The one to the left was used to prod and poke, and the one below my tummy was used for poking and extracting my organ. In order to do this they had to pump me full of air so upon waking, I felt bloated and well, full of air.

The next day was spent in the hospital taking long walks around the floor and drinking liquids. As much as they love bowel movements after surgery, I wanted to make sure I didn’t have to use the toilet. I was still in quite a bit of discomfort, quite bloated, and I was moved from Morphine to Tylenol 3’s.

Friday morning I was discharged home since I was able to now walk and was feeling a lot better. I was still bloated and pregnant looking but it was slowing going down. The next couple of days were spent resting in bed, eating lots of comfort food, and just resting.

My energy level is slowly picking up and I’m feeling better and better every day. Thankfully I work from home so I am easily sliding back into the work routine.

There is never a good time for this too happen but it did happen conveniently enough that it won’t disrupt next week’s wedding! And as it is said, everything happens for a reason, well this happened for a reason. The chick at the D&G store where we bought part of our wedding outfit told me to lose 4 pounds so I can fit it for the wedding. Well… I’m at a 10 pound loss now… so rock on!

I would like to thank those that stopped by the hospital, those that sent their well wishes electronically, by phone or via snail mail, and of course Brad (through sickness and in health) who took care of me.