Last Friday I was at my desk, and felt what I thought were hunger pangs, and went to get a late lunch. I had a meeting with my colleague at 2pm, then while we were talking I started experiencing some intense pain in my side. I had difficulty moving and my colleague said that I was starting to sweat. Poor dear started madly googling "appendicitis" because what else could it be? With her help I hobbled back to my desk, and conferred with my colleagues. We agreed that I'd go to the hospital and MoBob would meet me there.
Someone had rustled up the emergency wheelchair so I was wheeled down at the head of a sad parade to the clinic downstairs while an ambulance was called. My dear colleagues stayed with me until the ambulance finally came. I arrived in the ER, and thankfully one of the techs went out to fetch MB in the waiting room. We waited; I was poked and prodded; MB and I observed that the women staff were heavily made up. They all looked like beauty pageant contestants. After some more waiting, and more poking, the main doctor concluded that I had gallstones. Luckily they had a slot open that night for surgery. Did I mention that I'm going to South Africa in a week? He said it was better to recover now than to suffer another attack on a 16 hour flight.
So MB went home, picked up Z from school, and deposited him with our neighbors. Z had the time of his life. MB returned and stayed with me until 10pm or so. I don't remember much of the surgery except that the anesthesiologist told me he had four kids. I woke up in post-op, then fell back asleep until I was in my own room. On Saturday I'd asked MB to take Z to his French class, but Z refused and they went to watch the planes land at National Airport instead. In the meantime one friend dropped off clean clothes, and another came to stay with me. The best thing was that the meds helped me sleep, and I had a student nurse act as my personal concierge. Plus now I know how much my co-workers love me!
Also one of the nurses told us that POTUS refused to designated GWUH as the hospital for the inauguration because Ronald Reagan had been treated there and POTUS thought it was bad luck. WTH?
I took the whole week off, and am the happy recipient of food, flowers, and sympathy. Really, it's been like a very painful staycation.
After day camp on President's Day we took Z to the town parade and made a new friend.
When NASA is a neighbor, STEM night is very exciting.