Saturday was spent trying to get into the Christmas spirit. I made toilet paper roll snowflakes.
Sunday morning brought its own challenges...I woke at 0500 to a stabbing pain in my stomach that wouldn't ease up.
After an hour and a half of fighting it, I woke Mr Man and told him I needed to go to the hospital. I drove. By 1400 I was wheeled into a surgical theater for an emergency appendectomy.
Surgeon told me on Monday that if I had waited longer we wouldn't have been sitting there talking. He told Mr Man that my appendix was just a little bigger than a tennis ball when he managed to cut it loose from everything.
So for Christmas I get to lie in bed, worry about all of my clients that I can't deliver to, and have Mr Man ask me why I'm still hurting. 🤦🏼♀️🤷🏽♀️
