Steve's Stubborn Saturday

Steve is stubborn.  He is also anti-doctors.  It sucks when he's stubborn about not going to a doctor.  Let me back up.  Saturday morning Steve woke up with this weird pain just below his rib cage.  I kind of wrote it off thinking it was just indigestion.  We got ready for the day and met up with his mom.  We went to the temple, then to lunch, then took his mom shopping for her birthday.  After we got home Steve said that pain was still there and he was going to go lay down.  At this point I started to worry a bit, indigestion shouldn't last that long, should it?  But I agreed, he might benefit from laying down before we went on our double date that evening.  He napped for about an hour.  In that time Steve's mom and sisters stopped by for a quick visit.  My sweet husband came down stairs to say hi to them.  The second I saw him my immediate thought was, "Does he still have his appendix?"  The poor guy was slouching on the couch, grimacing, and holding his lower right side  - apparently the pain had moved.  I suggested that we reschedule our plans and stop by the hospital.  What was his response?  "No, I'll be fine." Of course you will be...  We met up with Steve's brother Kevin and his girlfriend at their downtown apartment (they had no idea that Steve was in pain).  We ended up walking to Gateway - which luckily was only a block away - for dinner and movie.  At this point, Steve isn't standing up straight and he's walking slowly.  I kept saying, "Honey, I really think we should go to the doctor...  Kevin and Madi will agree."  "No no I'm fine.  I feel completely fine when I'm sitting, I'll be fine in the movie."  *sigh* okay...  He wasn't sick to his stomach so I was second guessing appendicitis.  I kept thinking, maybe I'm just being paranoid, maybe he just has a weird stomach bug.  

I had to have been a really annoying movie date... every movement or sigh he made I'd instantly be in his bubble asking "hey, what's wrong? Is it worse? do you fell nauseous? Are you okay?  Do you want to leave?  Is the spot where the pain is hard?"  to all of which he responded, you guessed it, "I'm fine honey."

Finally the movie ended (Star Trek by the way - very good!) and I looked at him and he said, "well... maybe we could just stop by the hospital on the way home... I mean, we are double covered, we might as well."   I'm very glad he said that because I had already decided that we were going to the hospital no matter what... it's just nice that he didn't fight me on it.

So we get to the hospital, they got him RIGHT back.  I've never been to an ER that gets you back in under an hour, let alone under a minute.  The doctors poked and prodded and poked some more and came to the conclusion that he did in fact have appendicitis and that little sucker was coming out.  Luckily, his appendix wasn't to the point that it was about to burst and we'd gotten his pain under control with morphine.  They decided to put him in a room and operate around 6 AM.  We got him settled in a room and I decided to run back home for PJs and toothbrushes.  When I got back it was about 3:20 AM... I was exhausted.  I decided to lay on the uncomfortable little guest bed and get some shut eye...  and by decided, I mean hoped.  Between all the buzzing and beeping and nurses coming in and out of his room we both got maybe 45 minutes of sleep... it was rough.

Anyway, I'm rambling.  I'll wrap it up already.  Steve went into surgery a little before 6 and everything was fine.  We were actually able to come home today. Woohoo!  I'll leave it on that happy note and bid you adieu.  Now for some much needed sleep....