Bob's back!
I don't even know where to begin. I did the usual Steubenville-vacation things; Movie with the nephews (Shreck 2, yuk), helped my Mom around the house, basically just chilling out. I washed my mom's car & my car one day and then I started to notice this pain in my stomach. I thought I pulled a muscle or something, no big deal - a few days past and it was getting worse but I still didn't want to get it checked out because I never felt that tightness before, I thought, It has to be a pulled muscle.
This started on Wednesday, by Saturday, It felt worse. I got a haircut and said to myself, 'man, I should get this checked out.' But I didn't. Dinner time came around and I ordered Chinese, General Tso's chicken to be exact. But the thought of eating didn't sit well, I was driving back on Sunday, I finally forced myself to get this checked out.
I drove to the ER, they x-rayed me and then they admitted me, damn. It could have been my appendix or my intestines. To find out, I'd have to drink a lot of nasty liquid so they could do a cat-scan. The results came back the next morning and the Dr. thought it was a viral infection, that caused the swollen intestines and the partially-closed bowel, yuk. They gave me a bottle of this NASTY stuff to get "things" moving.
I almost threw up on my last sip, I even mixed it with Ginger ale, so horrible.
Without getting gross, things got back to normal and I was on the road to recovery. I think I picked up the virus from a bad cheesesteak but I can't prove it, isn't that always the way. After going to the can so often, I was looking for someone to sue, ha ha.
The good thing that came out of this event is that I'm going to watch what I eat from now on. No more Andy Capp Hot Fries/Pringles binges. It was pretty scary being in that hospital, I don't mind telling you - I don't want to go back. But I'm all better -- onward and upward!
I'd like to thank my Mom and family, all the nice people at the hospital, my work friends and everyone for your words of support.
That's it!
Sincerely your internet friend,
Bob
Diary Bonus!!!
The set up: I was surfing the 'net with my nephew, Lucas. Now I, like the rest of the world, swear when I'm looking at things. Here's the exchange:
Bob: "Damn!"
Lucas: "The angels don't like it when you swear Uncle Bob"
Bob: "Oh."
