Well Shit
So. A thing happened. Here's the skinny:
Woke up yesterday when the Maggleface decided it was time to go to the bathroom. He was all like, "Dad! Dad! It's five thirty in the morning! Let's go PEE!!!! YOU READY YOU READY YOU READY YOU READY?!?!?" And I believe my response consisted of something along the lines of, "Uh... grumblegrumblegrumblegrumblewhere'remypants?" And after he went and evacuated his bladder, I got back in bed and was like, "Huh... my side kinda hurts. Feels like I pulled a muscle in my side. Weird. I didn't do any extreme cage fighting last night..." And then I didn't sleep very well until the little fluffball decided it was time to poop at about 7:30. He pooped and I was like, "Huh... I still kinda hurt. Am I sure I didn't do any cage-fighting last night? Sure feels like I might've..." But I didn't. I had no way of knowing, but I didn't have a clue what cage-fighting pain was like. Not yet at least.
So, I played some computer games and chilled out with the dog until the fiancé woke up and we went to Big Boy. Still in some pain, I ate some eggs, sausage and a bite of her patty melt. Yes. She had a patty melt for breakfast, and that is the reason I love her. So we hung out there for a while and then we started heading over to Meijer, where we were going to be doing the hell out of some shopping. But, my side was still being all, "DUDE! I HURT!!! CHECK ME OUT!" So, at the insistence of B I called my Doctor and told them what was up and set up an appointment for a few hours later. So then we went and shopped. Went home and chilled for a bit before the Doc's appointment.
So, then to the doctor. Which was a thing. Got to answer a bunch of questions about what was going on then he started to poke me. And that's when I learned what pain was. Here's what happened:
*Poke*
"That's fine."
*Poke*
"That's fine."
*Poke*
"That's fine."
*Poke*
"DEAR SWEET MOTHER OF ALL THAT'S HOLY WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
So, he sent me to the ER and gosh darn it if that's not when the fun started. Couple hours into the ER visit, B was still with me, Robbie and Lola came to visit and I got diagnosed with acute appendicitis. Which I promise you, is more fun that it sounds. Anyways, I've gotta take a nap, so I'll give the skinny on what happened from the diagnosis until now when I got home a little bit later. Peace ya'll.
-Jon