Days are blurring into each other now. Rob and I are constantly asking each other "What day is it today?" We spent most of the morning packing, as Mom and Dad took Joey for the morning. We now have completely packed up the kids rooms with the exception of their beds and clothes, all but the bare essentials in the kitchen, and most of our bedroom. There are now boxes everywhere, and I can't wait until Tuesday when I can lug them to the post office to mail them to NWT and the rest to the storage unit. It's frusterating to not have the house sold as of yet. We had a buyer all lined up but his finances fell through at the 11th hour. We still have 2 weeks to have someone place a bid, all we need is a another showing! Rob is at Adam's tonight having a "boys night", which means I get the bed all to myself! Well, that is until Joey wakes up!
Hey there everyone! I'm home! Man, what a horrible experience that was! As Tina mentioned the QE II emerg was quite busy. Before that, I think I was lucky. Normally I guess the procedures for daignosingappendicits is a little differedn, or backwards as they told me at Cobequid. I was brought into the emerg room ahead of some of the others who arrived before me. I immediatly thought that this couldn't be good news, however I still hoped for the best. I have had pains like this before and it was always gas or an infection of some sort. So that is what I had assumed was wrong. Ordinarily they would have taken some blood, done some tests, checked my urine yaddayadda and then done a CT scan at the very end to rule out appendicitis. Well, I was lucky as the CT technician was in and would take me right there. I thought, well this should shorten my stay. I wont have to wait through all the other bull to find out I have some gas. They did the scan, and sent me back to the room. We were in the room for about 10 mins when the doctor came in and gave us the news. You have appendicitis. Well, our mouths fell open and we both started to laugh. I must have the best frigging timing in the whole world. What else can you expect from a guy who blows out his knee 3 weeks before his wedding. I thought, lets have surgery my last week of work, 3 weeks before we move all the way to the other end of the country.
So, here I sit, feeling like a punching bag, hoping and praying for a speedy recovery. I hate the thought of someone else doing my work for me...The worse part is that I can't even pick up my kids! And then there is the S_X thing... ;)
Talk to you all soon!
This the best way to summarize how our lives have been over the last 48 hours. Rob was up at 3am Sunday morning with pains in his stomach, to the point he ended up in the livingroom. We went through the next day, had a very nice lunch at Tom's Restaurant in Sackville and then in to his mom's. He wasn't looking the best, and I kept a close eye on him. His condition continued to deteriorate and by 7PM we went off to Emergency to see what was going on. He initially thought it was gas, but I knew it had to be something more. He went in to register in Triage and they had him taken into the emergency within 10 minutes of getting there. As you all can imagine, since he was taken in ahead of everyone waiting, I knew it couldn't be good. It turned out to be his appendix. We waited until 11:30 for an ambulance to transfer him to the QE2 Health Science Centre to have his appendix removed. I met up with him at the hospital at 12:18Am. We waited IN THE HALLWAY to the Emergency room until just after 1:30 AM. Rob was on a stretched with 5 other people on stretchers, waiting to get in to the Emergency. I quickly realized why we had to wait so long for an ambulance. All the EMT's where there, waiting for their patients to be taken in so they could go. I ended up falling asleep the first time sitting on the floor beside Rob in the Emergency, and then the 2nd time with my head on the foot of the bed sitting on a chair. I left at 3AM when I knew Rob was being admitted to grab a couple hours sleep. I drove my sister home, who stayed here with the boys for me, drove Colby to school and Jean came and took Joey for me for the day. Rob was finally operated on at approximately 4:30PM today, and I was talking to him at 8:30PM. He's "sick of sleeping", "dying of thirst", but he sounds great. I'm hoping he will be home tomorrow. Joey is having a sleepover with Nicole so I can grab some sleep, and I'm going to drive Colby to school tomorrow morning and head back into the hospital. The timing really sucks. He won't be able to lift for the next 4-6 weeks, which means I get to do all the lifting of the baby. Adam is coming out to help me move some of the heavier stuff and get some stuff moved. My most memorable moment of all this? Rob looked around as we were waiting in the Emergency doorway and looked at me and said: