When someone you love is far away anything that happens to them can freak you out in an instant. That is the shit that happened to me last weekend.
I was at my sisters house for my nieces birthday party. I had just gotten there and my niece was sitting on my lap asking about the dress she’s going to wear when A called to say that he was back at his apartment already (he had gone out for drinks with co-workers) and not really feeling well. So this is around 7 pm my time (so 9pm for him). We chat about what’s going on and what it might be, what might help, what could fix, etc etc etc. It’s when I suggest a colon infection (my friend just had that, sounded similar) and his response was “my anus is fine” that I said ‘ok, well talk to you later, will call when I leave’. Well, I hear nothing further from him, the party is fine minus all the normal family drama and what not. I call him while I’m driving home since I realize it is now 11pm for him. He answers frantically yelling my name, short of breath, crying, and blatantly in pain. While saying that he’s driving to the emergency room and feels like his stomach is exploding. Keep in mind, this grown ass man has a license/cert thingy for EMT and is ALWAYS talking in clinical terms (much to his own detriment) no matter what is going on to/around him. So INSTANTLY a million things run through my head, at first I thought car accident but the stomach thing threw me. Soooo fast forward. He gets to the emergency room hands them the phone and screams “I’m having a medical emergency, my stomach is exploding, talk to her” … they called someone to take him away while asking me his date of birth, address, and all the other info that I MIGHT know… while I’m driving home…
It was an effed night to say the least. Every twenty minutes or so I would get a call. At 2am my time (4 am for him) they finally had a diagnosis of appendicitis and he was scheduled for emergency surgery a few hours later.
I get to work at 7 am. I did no work. I was on the phone with his brother and the brothers gf. Texting with his mother (which THAT conversation would make a blog site in itself) and trying to plan a course of action with my dad. What ended up happening. I booked a last second flight at 9:30 in the morning. I left work at 10 to go home throw clothes in a bag, take the dog out, make a call to my friend up the street for him to take care of the animals for me (which side note, ladies, good looking Christian ladies especially, if you are looking for a manly, hot, honestly, smart, and all around wonderful man. Send me a message, because he is single at the moment and deserves a wonderful woman!) , dad came over to take me to rental car place and I was in a brand new red mustang driving to Las Vegas at 11am. Got to Vegas just in time to return car and get on plane. Arriving to ND somewhere around 11pm. The “friend” I made on the flight there offered me and our fellow new friend a ride to our stops. After dropping off Amanda (new native American friend) I was told to stay away from native Americans…. Needless to say I was in total shock. Apparently, according to a ND native, all American Indians are drunken thieves, despite that fact that Amanda was totally nice, friendly, and I got NO vibe of her being anything other than normal middle aged woman… whatever, welcome to racism… So I got to the hospital and yeah… they made a bed for me in his room. He had surgery that morning before I got there so he was being released the morning after I arrived. It was only because he was going to be completely by himself with no help that I went. Cause I knew that with that kind of surgery he wasn’t going to be able to go out for groceries, shower, take care of himself, etc. so yeah, I spent the weekend taking care of him. His appendix burst AS they were removing it so it was not as bad as it could have been but bad enough... that was one of those, if we were not already working on him it would've been pretty bad situations. I was told that night that 40 cc's of toxic fluid was drained from the part of the appendix that had NOT exploded yet. Fun times right??? gah
Flew back to Vegas Monday night, flight was delayed so I ended up staying the night. A booked me a room through Expedia at the Luxor . Well, due to some issue with their “system” they hadn’t received it but since my phone was still charged I was able to show them the reservation… long story short, for the price of a kind size bed normal room… I was put one of their 8 honeymoon suites…. And I gotta say it was pretty bomb diggity… not the best suite I’ve been in but hells bells it was nice. Free Champaign for my “troubles” … so I drank and sat in the hot tub to relax before knocking out.
Since I stayed the night I went into the place we’re getting married at this year and made some basic decisions on flowers, arrangements, aisle décor, and other girly shit that I’m not good at doing.
Gotta say they make it pretty simple. I think if I had known what I wanted it would’ve been much quicker but since they were essentially walking me through ALL the options it took a couple of hours. Checked out the hair styles, asked some questions, reserved my rehearsal time, and yeah, was on the road by noon.
A’s mom told him that since she knew I had spent a lot of money to go out there and take care of him that she wanted to pay for half since she wasn’t able to go to help. Her being old, slow, and blind prevented her from being there for him. Not that she was actually going to be able to help and had she gone, it would’ve been harder on him… let’s not bother to look at that… Anyways, since it’s not MY job to take care of him… it’s still apparently her place; whatever… she offered to pay. So as poor can’t have principles… I accepted. She wrote me a check for half of what I paid to get out there and back. It’s whatever. I’ll take the help if it’s offered, no matter how effed it is of her to say something like that.
Anyways, it has been a week since all of that and he’s doing much better. His cuts are healed up and he is able to move around pain free. He was still on pain meds up until yesterday, as of today he says he doesn’t need them. So that’s good. It was nice to see him since before this little trip the last time I saw him was labor day weekend. His boss was cool about the time off and even moved his truck from the illegal parking job he did getting to the emergency room. He’s got a cool boss at this place… actually helpful and considerate. I like that.
So that was my terrifying weekend. It doesn’t look so bad when I type it all out and that is precisely why I do this blog. To vent and take a step back to say, that wasn’t all that scary…
Moving on.
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