I was hanging out last Monday evening thinking that life had been a bit boring…that our life had fallen into a sort of rut and that nothing eventful had been happening.
So, after working all day at another part-time job that I picked up to try and get our financial situation on an even keel, I suddenly felt a couple of sharp stabbing pains in my lower abdomen. They quickly went away. No big deal, right? By 10:00, I just didn’t feel too great. I headed off to bed.
Two hours later and I am starting to throw up. And have cramps across my mid-abdomen.
Let’s fast forward through the next couple of hours. (I wish I could have). Emergency room, abdominal hernia, intestines where they aren’t supposed to be, incarcerated colon, diverticulitis and a mightily impressive white blood cell count that bordered on septic.
Five days and one surgery later, I am back home and doing okay. I’m resting and walking and trying not to think about the medical bills that will soon come rolling in.
My mantra – All shall be well…
There’s probably more that I could write, but I hear the recliner calling my name. I’m not really moving forward in any discernible direction right now, but I am trying to stay positive.
Let’s just say that I haven’t given up.