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.”
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.
Me: I’m not hallucinating?
Scott: Nope. And....
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?