Darn Appendix

Sunday night my stomach started hurting. This was no big surprise because I have ulcers. After a few hours it was pretty unbearable. I was in some serious pain and nothing was helping. I was throwing up and blacking out and I could hardly walk. At one point I blacked out on the bathroom floor (so dignified) and woke up with Tyler's face and inch from mine and he said, "It's not nap time mom. It's time to go to grandma's". As if I frequently took naps on the bathroom floor. Tim loaded us all up in the car around midnight and dropped the kids off at my parents before going to the ER at Jordan Valley hospital.
We then proceded to wait in the waiting room for (what seemed like) forever.
When we finally got in, they took some blood, poked at me, and did a CT scan only to realize I had acute appendicitis.
I got into surgury early monday morning (after a blessing from my Dad and Tim). I don't remember much of that day. I barely remember who came to see me, but I hear everything I said was rather amusing.

We were supposed to go home Tuesday, but just as we were signing the discharge papers they took my vitals only to realize I had a fever and a very high heart rate (around 130 for those of you know anything about it). They cancled my discharge and started antibiotics, did chest x-rays (they were worried about blood clots and pnemonia), and ran a bunch of other unpleasant tests. None of the tests came back significantly abnormal but after hours and hours of IV antibiotics my heart rate and fever came down.

My father in law brought Tim his lap top so he could work on some homework and since Tim is taking a little nap I stole it. Now I am just waiting for my doctor to come (hopefully) to tell me I can go home.

As miserable as this experience has been I have been so grateful throughout it. I am grateful to my family who have come by and brought food, books, flowers, and comfort. I am grateful for the text messages and phone calls. I am so thankful to my mom who has taken my two kids for three days. Jaxen has never had a bottle so he has been less than happy.

Most of all, I am grateful to my husband. He has stayed by my side for the majority of the last three days. He has held my hand, held back my hair while I puked, slept three nights on a chair, helped me to the bathroom, washed my hair, put on my socks, and countless other little services that have touched my heart. I love him so much.

Please keep in mind I am still at the hospital and on painkillers so if none of this makes any sense, that is why...