I (Probably) Don't Have Appendicitis

Yesterday morning, my body realized it was way too long since it saw the inside of an emergency room. It immediately tried to rectify this by giving me a fever. Add a fever of 102 to the stomach pain that still hasn’t gone away completely, and you get 5 more hours of fun emergency room experience. They tested me for everything, removed most of my blood and prodded my stomach until I felt like screaming. Luckily, the surgeon still didn’t think I have appendicitis, just some random infection that’s causing the fever and the elevated blood values. They wanted me to stay the night for observation, but I kindly declined the offer and went home so I could watch hockey all night.

And what good did that do me? Nothing. Russia did okay, Canada fell all over themselves when USA proved better, and Finland forgot everything they know about hockey and lost to their archenemy. Suddenly hockey doesn’t amuse me as much. And I feel a little like kicking a Swede.

Oh, and one more thing, I have a message for the weather: “Enough! I got the joke, it’s not funny anymore.” You know how they had to truck more snow in to Vancouver for the Olympics? We’re trucking snow away from our ski resorts. That’s how much snow we have. Enough, I say.

Also, I promise this was the last post about my stomach. Unless I have to go back again, of course, in which case I will surely once again try to bore you to death while trying to make you feel sorry for me. *

I (Probably) Don't Have Appendicitis