My Hospital VACATION

What a treat Wed. after spending the whole day hiking with J. I got home and took all my scouts to the swimming pool for pack meeting. Waves of nausea start to wash over me I think I have the flu. I barely make it home and climb into bed. I really could careless what all the boys are doing and DAD will have to be in charge because I am SICK! Finally relief sometime around 3:00am all day THURSDAY I feel quezy and slow. I go to bed early and FRIDAY I wake up new women. I FEEL GREAT I start the laundry, take J. to go baby-sit, do the morning chores, and send the boys out to change the water. WILL SOMEONE PLEASE ANSWER THE STUPID PHONE? I AM SUPER SICK AGAIN. I am on the bed trying to get the boys attention. I know they are done doing the water in the field and I have my cell phone calling the house phone and they are not responding. I can hardly move I have so much pain in my gut. Alonzo calls I tell him I am really sick and he says see if you can find someone to bring you in. I hang up on him because like who, the girl without a drivers license and then how does she get back home. A few min later the boys finally clue in that the home phone won’t stop ringing and they answer, I am finally able to get them to come to me. They call DAD and convince him that Mom is really sick and can’t even move. I say “I know it’s my appendix”. He has to rearrange everything because he is the one at the hospital who is doing the surgeries right now; and he is on call all night to boot. Sure enough I get to have a vacation with the surgery crew not including my hubby because that is a conflict of interest and he doesn’t even get paid but he starts all the paperwork and the prep meds and IV stick. And the ultimo he still has to spend the weekend hanging around the hospital not getting paid but still being on call with the wife who is recovering. I have to admit the relief is wonderful and it feel tons better then when I had my c-section with Jer.. Recovery is really fast and I am just like new again. Well maybe a bit on the slow side and I can’t bend over yet the stitch spots catch still. I think I may have been having a problem since my first bout when I was preg. with Jer. and they couldn’t do anything anyway and that was about 31/2 years ago.