I was excited for this weekend, it started off on a good note with a sexy workout with the fi-fi:
Friday we went bowling with some of our dearest friends (why didn't I get a group shot...doh!)
We were originally going to go to the Sundance Film Festival but we didn't, and I got sad. So instead we went bowling and got junk food, so the night was saved.
My bestie without testes, Kelsey-Friend.
I went to bed that night with a belly ache, but it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. I always get belly aches when I eat myself silly with chips and ice cream and chocolate.
The next day (Saturday) I felt bloated and kept asking Ryan, "Do I look fat?" but didn't think anything of it.
He started complaining of right-lower quadrant pain and I kept teasing him that he probably had appendicitis but needed to let me know if he started feeling worse.
Eventually his pain went away, and we went to the BYU basketball game and had awesome seats thanks to his roommates that camped out all night so that we could show up 2 hours before and sneak in with them. Ha-It was a lot of fun even though it was a horrible game....which ended up turning into a horrible rest of my night.
I quickly went from picture A-> picture B.
Saturday night/ Sunday morning I kept waking up with horrible stomach pains! It was like I had been punched in the stomach 300 times over. My first thought was the stupid junk food was still torturing my body. My second thought was the stomach flu. My third thought was that a dormant parasite from India was finally waking up. I was actually horrified by my third thought. Then I sat there for a second and got the impression that I needed to go the ER immediately and that I shouldn't eat or drink anything because I was going to need surgery (for something I had no idea I had). So I called the fi-fi and 4 hours later I found myself with appendifreakincitis! (appendicitis). Whoda thunk?
It was actually ME who had the broken appendix and not Ry. Ironic?
So I ended up getting surgery that day, spending the night in the hospital, and being in oodles of pain.
The worst part: Not being able to eat or drink ANYTHING all day yesterday. I had my melt-down about 5pm yesterday right before I went into surgery. I was so fixated on my dry mouth and throat that I wanted to cry, but couldn't because I was so dehydrated and my body didn't have enough water to make tears. Torture I tell you! Torture! The nurse walked in on me hitting my blankets and saying cuss words to Ryan about how thirsty I was. Embarrassing.
The second worst part: They filled my belly with CO2 gas and it is now radiating all over my body which means horrible shoulder pain. It's like there's an air bubble stuck up there. And my belly sticks out like I'm 5 months preg-o (which I'm not) and it puts a lot of pressure on my incisions. YOWZA. No fun.
The best part? Having a super loving and supportive fi-fi who stayed by my side through the whole thing (It was his first major hospital experience-and after that I think he's hoping it's his last). He barely slept a wink and had tons to do today for school, but still helped me everytime I asked and held my hand through every ounce of pain. I love that man. The first thing he said to me when I got diagnosed?
"This will make an awesome blog post!" Finally I have something to liven up this ol' boring blog!
The second best part: My mom was already coming into town this week. She gets here tomorrow! Awesome timing is it not?
I feel like this is a blessing in disguise. If anything, it's helping the fi fi and I stay good for 5 more weeks because I pretty much don't let anyone touch me right now.
Bridal shower + bridals are this weekend. Here's to hoping my belly expansion has gone down to 1 month prego instead of 5.