Hello, You Need to Get to the Hospital

What a CRAZY few days.

Flashback to Saturday and our 4th(??) round of househunting. It went very well with us finding a few more for the maybe pile. The boy was doggin it and pretty much sat and played GameBoy most of the time. He was tired of househunting and wanted to play with some friends. To that end we let him have one of them sleep over that night. I leave for work at 3pm and FASTFORWARD arrive home around 1:30am to find the boy in MY BED, awake and getting sick. We figured they pigged out on Pizza Rolls, Chips, Soda, Ice Crean and whatever else two 10 year olds could get thier hands on. Back to the bedroom and sleepover. I wake up around 9am to find friend already left and boy on couch still sick. He pukes a few more times but is "Feeling better" and we have some soup and crackers and watch the Colts Game (COLTS WIN COLTS WIN!!!!). I leave for work at 2pm, Rough Day with Colts Specials, long newscasts and general "Chickens with heads cut off" 9 hours....FASTFORWARD...Midnight as I am running out the door the phone rings and it is for me.

Wife: Hey come to the hospital on the way home.

Me: Why?! Whats going on.

Wife: Boy's going in for surgery **CRACKEL***STATIC****minutes, get here quick***DEAD LINE*****

Me: HELLO!!!!!

FASTFORWARD 30 minute drive in 10 minutes flat and I enter the hospital 10 minutes too late. They brought him in for surgery already and expect him out by 2am. Seems the puking and "my side hurts" was actually an inflammed appendix, close to bursting. So there we sit, the wife, the grandparents and I watching X-Files and Girls Gone Wild Infomercials til 2amish. The boy is out and going upstairs for observation. The wife and I get to stay in the room (wife gets cot, I get chair to sit in and watch clock ALL NIGHT). Boy wakes and does OK, the better, finally well. We leave hospital around 2pm and head home.

Now it's sister's birthday so we have a nice dinner and cake and everyone is calling about the boy, and I have dozens of calls to return and work says be with family see you Thursday and house are on market and the baby is crying and boy needs to use bathroom and FASTFORWARD 9:30pm I finally hit the bed, nearly 38 hours later and sleep like the dead.

Long story short, boy is doing great, family relieved, daddy tired.

The End