So the last few days have been rather exciting, in a not-that-great way. I woke up feeling fine on Monday morning, but just as I was sitting down to eat breakfast, my stomach said "maybe that isn't such a great idea." I get this feeling every once in a while, and I figured it was just hunger, so I ate my toast veeerry slowly, thinking the feeling would pass by the time I got to work.

It didn't pass. It didn't really get worse either.

A few hours later, I decided I'd had enough and went home to be horizontal and not waste any more of mine or my company's time sitting at my desk, unable to concentrate through the discomfort, wondering if I was going to be unable to prevent my coworkers from enduring the sound of my breakfast making an unexpected reappearance. I slept heavily for 3 solid hours and then took my temperature, which was over 100 degrees. Having learned my lesson about hoping things will "just get better", and knowing I had to be on a plane the next morning, I got an appointment with my doctor at 4:30. She finally saw me at about 5:00, did some poking about, and then announced that she suspected that I might have appendicitis! And I'd have to go to the emergency room to for a CT scan!

Yay!

So by 5:30, I'm registered and everything ... followed by 9 hours of fear, boredom, sleepiness, more boredom, more fear, and 2 bottles of a barium suspension (bleh!!!!) (with more boredom and sleepiness and no energy for any more fear after that). Everyone was super nice, but holy cow, going to the emergency room sucks ass, big time. (photos here)

So they say I don't have appendicitis, but they don't know why I had the fever or the nausea (they kept asking me about my pain, I kept telling them there was no pain, only the desire to throw up all the time, argh!!). And I got on my plane, after 2 hours of sleep in my own bed, and dozed most of the way from SFO -> Minneapolis -> Dallas, and now I'm here, where it was over 100 degrees at 7 p.m. last night and feels much the same right about now.

To those of you who think I should have called you while I was in the hospital to let you know what was going on, I really wanted to, but I wasn't getting any reception.

Too late to make a long story short, all is well, as long as I don't move around a whole lot and stick to ordering miniscule, with a side of nothing. If nothing else, I think this will benefit my wasteline, if not my quality of life :)