We Interrupt This Blog...

...for a trip to the hospital.

For a few days now I've had this nagging pain on my right side. I successfully ignored it for a while, but yesterday it prevented me from being very effective in helping Elisabeth put her furniture together -- or doing much else. This morning it was down-right debilitating and, with Mom's ovarian cancer always fresh in my mind -- I got myself to the doctor (who I like so much I consider the visit a sort of treat!).

She poked and prodded a bit and then, with one soft touch, sent me up to the ceiling! "Know what's there?" she asked. "Hmmmm... nope -- other than an ovary, which I think should be a bit lower." "Your pain seems to be you appendix," she informed me, "and I want you to get to the hospital today to check this out." My first thought was, 'I can't, Marty. I don't get paid if I don't work, so sorry, but no can do.' But realizing that I had just posted about the importance of quality of life over work and money, I simply said, "OK, fine... but I'm sure it's nothing." And I'm probably right. (How embarrassing if it turns out to be gas, eh?!)

Nonetheless, I'm off to the hospital (the same one where I used to teach childbirth classes). And the reason Marty told me not to eat anything between this morning and my ultrasound is because, if it is my appendix or an ovarian cyst rupturing (I'm not worried about ovarian cancer; it's not this severe or this sudden), I'll be wheeled directly into surgery.

So stand by...