This last week has been very interesting in my house. On Thursday Paul didn't go to work, he wasn't feeling well. I thought that he had the flu so I stayed with my brother and sister in law. I get a call Friday morning (good friday) from my little brother who was supposed to go skiing with Paul saying that Paul was in a lot of pain and needed to go to the ER. My older brother drove me home and we took Paul to the ER. I was a little freaked out since it was the same hospital that my father died in.
Then about 3 hours after arriving in the hospital I was waiting in the OR waiting room. He was having an emergency appendectomy.
Seems Paul had been having bad stomach pains for a few days and been "taking it like a man". It was only when it got so bad that he couldnt stand up, that he said anything.
My poor baby was being tough because I had had a few bad days. (I was in the hospital twice for exhaustion)
He got home yesterday and is doing quite well. He feels a little better everyday. We have both just been relaxing and taking it easy eating just about all our meals from take out in bed.
Thursday was also my last day of work. I took an early mat leave as per doctors orders. I hate to leave the job that I love so much, but am happy to have this time to take care of Paul and myself.
In the midst of all of this, we took possession of our new car. It's a lot more family friendly then the one that we were drving.
What else could possibly happen...