I'm relieved that I got to the DR when I did. The surgeon said my appendix was ready to burst, it was real 'juicy' in his words and was ready to go at any time. I'm as sore as I am because he told Mark he had to beat me up a bit to get at it. This surgeon does laparoscopic appendix removal for the most part, but sometimes he can't get it and needs to open the person up. He couldn't get at my appendix as it was behind my colon, so they had to be rather hard on me to save me from an abdominal incision. I appreciate it. I am very grateful everything went as it did.
I need to cut my hair. Looking at myself in the mirror while in the hospital I saw an old crone looking back. I have a rather self-contained life where I rarely consider my appearance, but honestly, an old crone! As well as, all this long hair has begun to get on my nerves. It's not long because I am attached to my hair, it's long because my hair is a weed and grows fast. I don't take time to get it cut and before I know it I have long, gray hair. Sitting in the house with time on my hands, I think it's likely I'll put it into a ponytail and take a scissor to it. It's time is limited!
It seems I'm back.