Right now, we should be in Las Vegas, sipping stupid drinks and wandering around seieing what there is to see. I should be mentlly preparing to meet a potential client (sorry, T...) We should be looking forward to seeing Terry Fator tonight.
Instead, the Spouse Thingy carted me off to the ER between 5:30-6 a.m. on Wednesday, and by noonish a fairly hot (female, but hey I know hot when I see it) was poking holes in my belly to yank out a nasty looking (so I'm told, I did notsee it) gall baldder. So yesterday, the day we were supposed to leave, I lounged in bed enjoying dialudin (sp? no idea how it s spelled byt my typing sucks right now so I guess it doesn't matter0 and Vicodin, hile I ignored the water-based cream of wheat and pureed vegetble soup they tried to feed me.
They let me leave yesterday afternoom and I was modtly pa free when I left, but the ride hoem wiped me out and I made the mistake of trying to lie flat in bed when we got home, which was inatanseou OW, necessitating the Spouse THingy doping me up with Vicodin the rest of the day. Today is much better, only one dose of pain meds so far, so I expect tomorrow to be a whole lot better.
We'll shoot for Vegas again next yearm maybe in January or Febraury. Danm glad I bought trip insurance...we might lose out ona few hundred bucks but tyat's beter than $1500...