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.

Fun With My Brother

Do you ever get to just "hang" with your sibling?

Forty miles separate Scott, my little brother, and I. Since he's hopped back into the oilpatch, we get to see each other more (his office is in Midland), and talk way more frequently. It is fun, I tell you, (even when I blow up his Kawasaki Mule), fun!

Last week, I called him to see if he was available for lunch, and he was. We met, sat down to visit, and, BAM...one of my friends taps me on the shoulder. He and his business partner sit down and join us. We all visited. It was still a fun time, and we just rolled with it, traded customer info, and sales tips. We all learn from times like those, so the time wasn't wasted.

Scott had to go out in the field, and I was nosy enough to ask where, and who it was he was going to visit. (Big Sisters have rights, you know.) Turns out it was a customer I was wanting to meet, so we teamed up and went out there to location. It was really fun going on a sales call together, but most of all, it was great just hanging with my brother.

One of those little "special" times. Love ya, Scott!! Thanks for letting me tag along.