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Updated: 08/05/2009 10:57 AM KSTP.com | WOOD: Hospital Chairs Do Not Make Good Beds!I’ve got a knot in my neck that is wound up so tight I can hardly turn my head and it’s all thanks to the 3 days I’ve spent sleeping on a hospital room chair. I wish I could complain to my husband, but I can’t, since he’s got a bit bigger of a problem. He’s recovering from an emergency appendectomy. It was early Saturday that my husband Corey, started to complain of a pain on the right side of his stomach. I told him he should go to the doctor, but like most men, he didn’t do it and instead insisted it was just a muscle strain. In fact he was so convinced it was a muscle strain that he followed me to the Twins game Saturday night (I’ll blog about that terrible loss against the Angles another time) and ran up and down the stadium stairs. He only complained about the pain a few times. The next morning we woke up and he said the pain was getting worse, but was still convinced it was a just a pulled muscle. Even after my three year old daughter accidently kicked him in the stomach, causing him to shriek in pain, he was sure it was just a strained muscle. I know, I know, I’ll be able to hold this over his head for years to come. Finally I when we took his temperature and it was revealed he was running a low-grade fever did he agree to go to the doctor. Six hours and countless tests later, doctors concluded Corey had to go under the knife to have his appendix removed. Two after that, when the surgeon came to the waiting room, he informed me that not only did my husband have a burst appendix, but it was so bad he was going to have to spend the next five days in the hospital to receive IV antibiotics and then 5 weeks recovery would follow. I can tell from time to time that my husband is waiting for me to pull out the “I told you so” card, but I haven’t just yet. I’m reserving that for a later date when I can demand a massage to go along with it. So husbands out there. Listen to your wives, we know what we’re talking about. |
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