Well, as I have said before, there is never, ever, a dull moment around our place. Those of you who know me, know that I am a workaholic, and that I very rarely ever miss work.
Although, I threaten to take a day off, and threaten I am not gonna show up, and threaten to actually quit…all the time… nobody really listens. As my two older brothers, our mom, and me, run the business, they usually don’t pay one bit of attention to my threats.
Little sisters should be seen and not heard. That is still their motto. Whatever… you big
On Wednesday afternoon, I started having a pain around my belly button, then it just became a dull ache all over my belly. I blamed it on that whole box of flatbread crackers I consumed at work that day. Wranglers was sympathetic but jokingly said, “honey, you are fallin’ apart. Yesterday it was your back hurtin’ all day, and today it’s your belly.” Ya, ya, very funny.
While everyone slept, I spent the whole night trying to get away from the stupid pain, and vowing to never, ever, buy those crackers again. Even thought about writing a letter to the company and telling ’em to put a warning label on the box…”Do Not Consume Whole Box At Once.”
Next morning Wranglers took one look at me and said he was loading me up and taking me to town to the doctor. I made it clear, I was not going anywhere. So, he brought in the big gun.
That pain had kinda sorta moved to the lower right side of my belly. Wranglers was worried it might be my appendix. Hey, no worries, your appendix is on the left.
Wrong. Remember this people-your appendix is on the RIGHT side.
I repeat-RIGHT side. I know this cuz Wranglers and Mom got on the computer and researched it.
Anyway… I am no match against the two of them. So, I pulled on some leggings and one of Wrangler’s t-shirts and went to town.
Looking back, I really, really, wish I would have combed my hair and put on some make-up and deoderant, grabbed my two hundred photo albums(that’s what we do when there’s a tornado), my lucky rabbit’s foot, and my Madame Alexander Doll. She is so pretty. Her name is Prudence. Oh…that’s another story. Sorry.
Wranglers had been on the phone with the doctor’s office, and they had no openings.
But the receptionist knew he was serious, and she talked to the doc, who said to come on in. He is a wonderful man who came to us from the Philippines a hundred years ago.
After catching up on his family news, our family news, and the latest town news, he checked my tummy.
“Does dis hurt you? Whatbout dis? Dis hurt ober here? Hmmm. We send you for tests. You have to have IB (IV), for cat scan. You understand? A blood test too. You understand? I think it’s appendix, but we have to check and see first. You understand? It’s bery, bery, hard to diagnose appendix sometimes. We can’t do operation ober here. You know that, right? You have to go to PMC, (47 miles away) for operation, if it is appendix. But don’t worry-eberythin is gonna be fine. You be fine. You understand me?” Yes, doc I understand.
What I really understand is I have NEVER been in the hospital, except when my daughter was born, and this whole thing is getting out of hand. I just came to town for pain pills. Not all this other stuff.
Turns out, it wasn’t the crackers.
Tests revealed it was my appendix. Bleh.
I WANT MY MOMMY! Oh, wait…she was already there.
p.s. Remember…Appendix…on the RIGHT.