Timing is everything

Just as we are seeing in the Olympics, timing is everything.  From a missed vault attempt in gymnastics, or a surprise goal in soccer or a perfect synchronized dive, timing is everything.

And so I've heard how well timed my appendicitis was.  The Ulster kids had just returned safely to Northern Ireland, we were all relaxing, and then all the excitement happened.  Sharp stabbing pains like ice picks into my lower right side.  Not being a student of anatomy, I didn't even suspect my appendix.  But, the ER went into full court press when I barfed buckets and was holding my belly for dear life.  The tests (blood, urine, CT scan) seemed to take forever, but the ER doc (very cute) finally came to tell me that surgery was in order.

The surgery went well, I remember talking to the prep team, the anesthesiologist was quite funny, making fun of my last name, then when I told him my maiden name was Weed, he just about burst out laughing.

Next thing I remember was waking up and being in pain and thinking "when are they going to do this surgery?". Then I asked a nurse "is it over ?". When she said yes, I realized the pain was the post op pain from the incisions.

Glad to be home and feeling better, taking it easy.