At urgent care, they gave my husband a CT scan (which, again, I was initially pissy about because of the cost) and immediately identified the problem. Appendicitis. They recommended he go straight to the ER to have his appendix looked at more closely.

Meanwhile, I had the P1 team at my house. We were having a great workshop! We got a lot accomplished and while we were breaking for lunch, my husband came home. He told me the news and that he was heading to the ER. Still peeved, but now a bit concerned that he might actually have something wrong with him, I ask him if he needed me to drive him or if he needed anything from me? He says no, that he is totally fine to drive himself and who knows what the ER will recommend or how long it will take. So I let him go and me and the P1 team went back to working on the project.

My mind was racing tho. Here I was, hosting this group, literally in my home, and my husband was heading to the hospital! What was the right move here? Do I send the P1 team away? If so, where were they to go? Do I go with my husband and sit in the ER just to wait for God only knows how long? I didn’t know what to do. So I went with status quo. I remained with the P1 group. But by 3pm, my husband had been seen in the ER and they told him that he needed surgery to have his appendix removed ASAP. His surgery was scheduled for 5:30pm. I could no longer focus on the P1 project, and my team could tell. They had asked me no less that 30 times if I wanted to go be with my husband at the hospital, each time I declined. But by 4pm, it was clear I could no longer stay at home. I apologized and sent the P1 team out the door. (Note, they were SO understanding and completely okay with leaving! It was really more my stubbornness that was keeping everyone at the house, not my P1 team.)

So onto to the hospital I go. I get there, find my husbands room, and see him just long enough for him to detect the aggravation on my face and in my body language. I was aggravated. Here I was, trying to be a female in the tech industry and waiting YEARS for this opportunity, and THIS! This had to happen now. Right. Fucking. Now. Aggravated was an understatement.

He went into surgery around 7pm, not 20 mins after I got there, and around 8pm the dr came out and talked to me. He said that he had successfully removed the appendix, but it had perforated prior to removal. I remember him saying that his appendix was the gnarliest looking appendix he may have ever seen, and thinking Whoa, really? I mean, this was an older dr who had clearly been around the block with an appendix or two, and MY husbands was the gnarliest he’d ever seen? Huh.

The surgery was laparoscopic. So all that was left of the whole ordeal was 3 itty bitty scars on my husbands belly. He came out of surgery and ended up spending the night in the hospital because they wanted to administer IV antibiotics. The next morning I went back to the hospital and was (again) peeved to learn that they wanted to keep him ANOTHER night, possibly 2!? I couldn’t imagine how much this was costing us and since I’m the one in charge of finances in the house, all I could think about was how much shuffling around of money I was going to have to do to cover this ridiculous ordeal … and now they wanted to keep him another 24 maybe 48 hours??? Aw HELL NO.

It’s so ridiculous looking back and thinking about how I was so pissed off at all of this. I was pissed at my husband (who clearly was not at fault here, but I kept thinking that if only he had eaten less McDonald’s or something, this would not have happened.) I was pissed that the nurses (who, again, not their fault, but kept coming in and telling me that they needed to keep him there because of the perforation in the appendix, which put him at a higher risk of infection.) I was pissed at the dr who operated (who, I rationalized, clearly didn’t do a good job of cleaning it all up or else they wouldn’t be so worried about infection.) I was SO pissed that we decided to go with the stupid high deductible insurance plan thru work to save money because we rarely got sick or need to see a doctor. I was trying to place blame, I NEEDED someone to blame.

There was no one to blame.

He was sent home on Sunday, March 31st. By this time I had resolved myself to paying the entire max exposure for our insurance (ughh) and was sort of, in jest, but kind of serious, planning all the other surgeries he could have now that we were already in this deep! He needed sinus surgery and to get snippy-snipped, if you know what I mean, he had a situation with his lower back that needed attention and … what else could I pile on here since we’re already paying anyway! It was a fun game.

The work week started and my husband’s driving was restricted, so he decided to work from home that week. It’s important to restate that I also work from home, so having him at the house was a complete distraction. He decided to setup shop in the basement, he had his laptop, his PlayStation, and all the streaming TV services at his disposal. And he used them all. so. much. of. The Office. Recall that I have a bit of a problem with empathy. He had surgery to remove his appendix and had 3 tiny little holes from the laparoscopy that were healing. I had birthed 3 babies via c-section. I win that pain fight. I could not stand to have him hobbling around the house hunched over, taking Norco pain meds 4-5-6 days after the surgery. Are you kidding me? I switched over to over-the-counter Advil the second I came home from the hospital WITH a newborn. Get over yourself, dude, man up. You are NOT in that much pain. In my mind, I constantly compared my c-section with his surgery. I would think to myself that mine was WAY worse in terms of what they did, the incision, the recovery, basically everything, and I had done that 3 times! I thought he was being so ridiculous.

Yes, I’m an asshole.