what have I been up to? Ohhh, where to begin....
Jen began feeling sick right before Halloween weekend. She was throwing up and feeling icky so I decided against going to Yaoi Con so I could stay home and make her chicken soup (she spent the next week muttering, "I can't believe you made me soup. From scratch.").
She stopped throwing up after Halloween but still felt tired. Then, at the tail end of "I can't believe you made me soup," she began feeling icky again. One night, she said it hurt to breath. Twenty minutes later, we were in the ER.
The doctors, using their magic powers, looked at her and said her gallbladder had become infected (they did some tests as well, but really, we walked in, they looked at her, asked a few questions, and then said, "we think it's her gallbladder. Let's check.").
While we waited for them to make it official, Jen dozed and I kept looking out the door every time someone's cell phone rang (it sounded like a little dog yapping. What the heck?). By morning it was official and we now had to wait for a doctor and operating room to become open.
Between arrival, surgery, and recovery, Jen was in the hospital a few days. While there, she got to enjoy jello, chicken broth, and pain medication. Having had my gallbladder taken out years ago, I warned her that after she got out, she would feel like her guts were on the verge of spilling out for a month afterward. She did feel like that too; for a week.
me: wow, I can't believe how much faster you're recovering than me.
Jen: it was the soup.
By the time the doctor said she could go back to work, it was Thanksgiving week. I spent her first day back staring at the calender, wondering where the month went to. Eventually, I figured it out: it's still back in the ER, jumping every time the doggy phone rings.
She stopped throwing up after Halloween but still felt tired. Then, at the tail end of "I can't believe you made me soup," she began feeling icky again. One night, she said it hurt to breath. Twenty minutes later, we were in the ER.
The doctors, using their magic powers, looked at her and said her gallbladder had become infected (they did some tests as well, but really, we walked in, they looked at her, asked a few questions, and then said, "we think it's her gallbladder. Let's check.").
While we waited for them to make it official, Jen dozed and I kept looking out the door every time someone's cell phone rang (it sounded like a little dog yapping. What the heck?). By morning it was official and we now had to wait for a doctor and operating room to become open.
Between arrival, surgery, and recovery, Jen was in the hospital a few days. While there, she got to enjoy jello, chicken broth, and pain medication. Having had my gallbladder taken out years ago, I warned her that after she got out, she would feel like her guts were on the verge of spilling out for a month afterward. She did feel like that too; for a week.
me: wow, I can't believe how much faster you're recovering than me.
Jen: it was the soup.
By the time the doctor said she could go back to work, it was Thanksgiving week. I spent her first day back staring at the calender, wondering where the month went to. Eventually, I figured it out: it's still back in the ER, jumping every time the doggy phone rings.
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