Anth's Appendix Story

Two days after Halloween, Anthony's company had a trick or treat event at their workplace. For the third time ( with not a little grumbling) I got the kids into their costumes and drove over to do one more round of trick or treating. Anthony walked around with us and then started complaining that his stomach hurt. We both just brushed it, blaming the Chili Cook Off that they had participated in earlier. But as the night progressed, the pain got more intense. I have to admit that I was a little perturbed that he would choose that night to get sick. I was thinking all the thoughts that all wives out there think about Men colds and how we don't get sick leave. I blame the THREE days of Halloween I endured, plus the sugar crazed maniacs that also go by the names of my children. By 9:00 he was in a lot of pain and asked for a blessing.I then called some good friends who came right over. They both remarked how bad he looked. I had started repenting of my selfish thoughts by then. We both just thought that it was food poisoning 

 By 11:00 Anthony felt prompted to go to the hospital. I too felt the feeling to go and to go now. I called my wonderful sister who dropped everything and came over to stay with our kids while I ran him in. 

After getting some good meds and getting a CT scan and waiting for 4 hours,  it was discovered that his appendix was infected. 

Being brave for the kids! We try and take pics when stuff like this happens, so that they can see that you don't need to be afraid.  (In reality, I think we were both a little scared!)

  

After talking with the surgeon, I hurried home to update my sister and grab a change of clothes and other things.  This is Anthony right before they took him back for surgery. 

I went up to his room while they did the surgery and slept like a log on the pull-out bed chair thing! I texted all the family (Anth's and mine) to let them know what was happening. I called his parents in Australia and kept them updated as well. Everything went very smoothly and we spent two days in the hospital recovering.  Kind of like a mini vacation for the two of us...okay not really!

This is a week of not shaving. He only made it four days without going back to work. I commissioned his brothers to make sure that he didn't lift anything and to try and make sure he took it easy! 

He was told not to lift anything for 6 weeks. I teased him that he timed it just right because all the bikes need hung in the garage and all the Christmas totes brought down. 

So thankful for all the family and friends that helped us out in our time of need! For all the babysitting so that I could stay by Anthony through the whole ordeal and for all the meals afterwards.