Thursday, February 11, 2010

Bury Me in My Hat and My Boots

Late last week, I had a horrible night.  I was running 103 degrees fever, and in terrible pain.  I should have just gone to the emergency room that night, but the pain eased.  Chills stopped.
The next morning, I told ThatManILove I was going to the doctor.  He was heading out to the field, to substitute in for a guy that needed a day off.  I told him to go on, and promised I would call my brother Scott if I needed a ride, or anything.  TMIL left around 4:30 that morning.  
I got up, took a shower, fixed my hair and put on makeup, and called my brother.  He assured me he was coming to Midland and would clear his day for me “just in case.”
I went to my office to collect my computer, since I was working on a project.  And everything started again.
I drove straight to my personal physician, who diagnosed :  appendicitis. He called the emergency room, I drove to my house, and Scott met me there.  We went to the hospital.
Because of my level of pain, they immediately put me in a patient room.  They got me comfortable, gave me drugs, and I settled in for a long wait while they ordered tests, started i.v., and asked a million questions.
At some point, I had to go to the bathroom.  Since I was on drugs, a nurse had to walk me to the bathroom down the hall, and back to my room.  
I came in, looked at Scott, and said, “These drugs must be some good shit.”
Scott:  Why?
Me:  I kid you not, as I was walking down the hall, I saw a guy all gowned up, with his stuff all hanging out, and...he was wearing a cowboy hat.
Scott, laughing:  Seriously?  His cowboy hat?  He’s wearing his cowboy hat with a gown?
Me:  Yeah, you might be a redneck stuff, huh?  I dunno.  It may be the drugs.  But will you go look?  (at this time, he would do freakin’ anything to stop me from hurting and to make me laugh - which, by the way, hurt just as much.)
Scott goes out of the room, and shortly comes back with this killer grin.
Scott:  Yup.
Me:  I’m not hallucinating?
Scott:  Nope.  And....
Me:  What?
Scott:   He has on his cowboy boots, too.
I had to call for more drugs.  Yeah, baby.  I’m from Texas.
Needless to say, this story has been told over and over again post-surgery.  What a way to heal, huh?
Ouch.

14 comments:

Foo said...

I'm just glad you didn't wait until too late to get checked out. Glad to hear you're feeling better now.

The Wine Commonsewer (TWC) said...

Funny stuff, Janie.

Joanie M said...

We have something else in common! I don't have appendix either!

Tami said...

Gives TexAss a whole new meaning!

Fragrant Liar said...

Can't keep a good cowboy down, eh?

Hope you're recuperating well and feeling fine.

thisisme said...

People watching in hospital - one of my favourite things to do. Makes the time go faster too. But I've never seen anything like that - priceless!!

Hope the recovery is coming along well albeit gradually

midlife slices said...

If my husband had been there I'd swear it was him. He wears his hat and boots no matter what. We went to Rome, Italy and drew lots of attention by wearing his cowboy hat and boots all the time, even to a toga party. You haven't lived until you've seen a man in a toga wearing his cowboy hat and boots. :)

lani said...

OMG i sure hope u r ok my friend...the cowboy was walking to my room ...LUCKYYYYYY

Vodka Mom said...

the bloggy Gods are GOOD people. They always provide.



hahaha

Snappy Di said...

Don't laugh too hard, it'll make yer innards hurt. Still have my appendix but figure my days are numbered before it goes kaput!

Di
The Blue Ridge Gal
(glad you are on the mend!)

Anonymous said...

Clearly I need to come to Texas and get a job. Glad to hear you're doing well!

--Wunderwoman

Far Side of Fifty said...

This is too funny..glad that TMUheart saw this guy too..so you know for sure that you are not nuts..or maybe just a little nuts. Take good care of yourself:)

Susan said...

That's just hysterical. And kinda creepy. But mostly hysterical. So very glad you're on the mend.

Junosmom said...

Hi Janie, hadn't been by in awhile and sorry to hear that you're under the weather but happy to hear that you are finding the humor and writing material in your trials. Perhaps I should move. I don't think our good old boys here in KY look as good in their hospital gowns.