Sometimes days go perfectly as planned.
Sometimes they don't.
You get home from work to find your husband doubled over in excruciating pain and all the plans for the evening go forgotten as you rush your guy to the hospital.
Mason ended up having acute appendicitis. We walked thru the ER doors at seven and he was in surgery by 10:30. Everything went incredibly smoothly. No rupturing of his appendix. Phew!!!
Mason was at his prime the whole time we were at the hospital. For those that have never met him, he's a super talkative, hilarious, happy guy. He had everyone rolling at the hospital.
After surgery, his mom and I were waiting in his room. When the door opened to bring him in, all I could hear was Mason mumbling and the nurses laughing hysterically.
The nurses gave me a toothbrush and scrubs to sleep in so I never had to leave his side. Mason, in his drugged state, told me I looked "hot" at least four times thru the night. I though it was especially funny because he typically uses other words than "hot" when he thinks I look good. His mom also brought him this cute guy to keep him company.
What a week! We're home now. Relaxing, and Mason's recovery is going great! It's been full of episodes of Arrested Development and Bones and reading the Hunger Games. Oh, and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. Lots and lots of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.
So now I'm catching up on everything. We don't have Christmas decorations up yet! And all unanswered emails shall be returned soon.
Thank heavens for modern medicine. I love my husband.