got home from the atlanta nywc last tuesday. crashed. i think the adrenaline of the convention season was beyond gone, and my mind and body were done.
but i went to work wednesday, just to have a slow, quiet day to catch up on some things. it was nice — only about 5 of us even in the building. very chill. went home early.
thursday (thanksgiving) was perfect: football, food, friends, family, hot tub (sorry, i ran out of “f” words).
friday morning, 6 of us left early to drive up to knott’s berry farm in orange county. max’s birthday is this coming weekend, and he had requested a trip to knott’s in place of a birthday party. the lines weren’t too bad, considering the day; and we had a nice day. but i had a late lunch at johnny rocket’s that didn’t settle right: an open-face chili burger. the chili wasn’t happy-making. and i started having stomach aches, periodically on the way home that evening.
saturday morning, slept in (after waking up all night long with stomach aches). jeannie and I, along with vicki (the wife of the family currently living with us in our home) had decided to give john (the husband of the family currently living with us in our home) a massage as a thank you for watching all the kids while the three of us were in atlanta. but then we thought, “hey, it doesn’t take anything away from his gift if we all get massages too!” so, in the early afternoon, all four of us got 80-minute hot stone massages at a day spa. i’ve never had a hot stone massage before. all i can say is: ahhhh. my stomach aches abated during the massage, btw, but returned after.
saturday evening, my stomach started cramping worse and worse, and it was difficult to still chalk this up to a chili burger the previous day. vicki and john suggested it might be my pancreatitis returning, which i dismissed. but — power of suggestion and all — as the pain got more extreme, i began worrying that they might be correct.
so, at about 9:30, i drove myself to the e.r. after checking in and getting vitals taken, i waited in a semi-crowded waiting area for four hours, until 2am. i got to see one gunshot (or stab, i’m not sure) wound come in, helped along by his friends, swearing loudly at anyone and everyone, security guards circling close by. at 2am they gave me a bed (dressed, of course, in the always-flattering open-back hospital gown (clearly designed by a proctologist)), put in an i.v., took me to get an ultrasound of my belly, and let me lay there for a couple more hours. eventually, a doc came by and poked at my stomach (OW!), telling me it wasn’t pancreatitis, but might be a gall bladder problem. ok.
at 6am, the nurse came in to tell me i was being sent home, that i had nothing serious, and that it was “gastritis”.
“i have gas? that’s it?”
“yes, that’s it. you should be happy it’s not something more serious.”
so, at 6:30, with a hat-tip-o’-thanks to both the thanksgiving meal and the chili burger, i drove my gassy self home and climbed into bed.
i slept 3 1/2 hours, when jeannie came in and woke me to say, “john has an extra ticket to the chargers game, and wants to know if you’d like to go.”
of course, i was out of bed, showering, and off to see the san diego chargers clobber baltimore. i hadn’t eaten since prior to the hospital. and, wanting to be careful, i only had nachos and a stadium dog.
like i said, it was a weird weekend.