Moral of the Story: Heed Check Appendix Light
If we had paid any attention to the check engine light before we left, the car probably wouldn’t have stalled out.
Likewise, if Dave had heeded his check appendix light, he wouldn’t still be sitting in that lousy hospital bed and I might not consider vacation to be a four letter word.
Every day on the way to the hospital I pass the place where we were married. Out front there’s this green guy with waving tentacles and fangs that hollers at me as I go by. He’s all IN SICKNESS AND HEALTH this and FOR BETTER OR WORSE that. And to think that 13 calm years of marriage had me thinking I was in for some wine sipping and sunset-ward sailing.
Other guys may say a quick goodbye to their appendix and head for the door.
Dave is not like other guys. Today is his 11th day in the hospital, which by my calculations makes this the Worst Vacation Ever.
Turns out, if we had heeded that check appendix light when it burst in Colorado, the road to recovery would have been a whole lot smoother. And this vacation would be more about rinsing sand from our nether regions and less about white blood cell counts and red jello.
Not that it’s all hospital gowns and stalled out engines (did I mention the car died? I think that was the same day Kira started throwing up. Or maybe it was just after my mother was diagnosed with Lyme disease, but before my father learned he was in the cast for another week. Funny how things blur together in these hazy summer days.)
Still, if you squint just so it’s almost like there is some good old fashioned vacationing going on out there —
There’s been broccoli picking in Grandma’s garden.
And a full moon over the bay.
My lucky sailor gals have a Grandma willing to take them on a boat-bound sleepover tied to the dock when loftier plans get foiled by hospital stays.
And then there’s mugs like this one.
I suppose it technically belongs to my sister, but it’s currently working overtime melting my aching heart, which despite nagging setbacks still harbors dreams of sailing off into the sunset with that guy I made those vows to.
Yeah, yeah, I’m still in. For better or worse. In sickness and health.
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oy vey sister. so much on your plate. is dave going to be ok? how much longer will he be in the hospital? and of course, i’m so sorry that his burst appendix has ruined your vacation. be strong and keep trying to find the bright spots. most of all, here’s hoping your hubby is pain free, healthy and out of the hospital soon, soon!
So sorry to hear Dave is still in the hospital and about all your other vacation travails. Hope he gets out soon and all goes well for the remainder.
Dave sounds a lot like Jason, who ran a marathon and completed an Ironman while ignoring a torn adductor. After which, he was out of commission for 2 YEARS and was a whiny, grumpy mess. I am completely sure that if his appendix ever bursts, he will ignore it as well!
Good luck to everyone, and thankfully, you did make it to Grandma’s where there are extra hands to tend to all the invalids!
It can only get better from here…and just think, in less than a week’s time, you’ll have your brother and his family to comfort you! 🙂
Wow…love, positive thoughts, morphine, wine, vodka…whatever you need all being sent your way!
The place where you got married is so beautiful – and so was your wedding. I remember you telling me once that year 7 was the hardest year of your marriage – hopefully year 13 is not in that league. Hope everyone gets better asap. Sending love & hugs. Wish I was there to help. Take care. xoxo
getting there… he’s getting there slowly!!
Sending lots of healing vibes. xo xo
I hope Dave recovers soon- scary that he lived with it for so many days! I am glad your family was able to help out.
Oh goodness….. I do hope things are getting better with your family! Sending a few prayers for you all.