Well....That was interesting!
Matt here, I'm back from an unexpected New Year's party at the local hospital. I went to bed early on New Year's Eve, missing the big event for the first time in my life. I hadn't felt well all day, so I kept my celebrations pretty tame (DVD and popcorn, pretty much like every other year.) I slept fine that night and woke up normally. About 8 AM, I was struck by some pretty severe pain. What was odd is it wasn't quite in my chest, nor in my abdomen. It was kind of "in between." A quick call to the doctor was all my wife needed to order me into the car. We were going to the ER!
I won't bore you with the details but 52 hours and 918 needle pokes later we are home. All they could conclude was that something had happened to my spleen (an oft-neglected, "minor" organ.) Apparently, mine was tired of being ignored and decided to "infarct" (a word that demands careful spelling.) They really don't know what happened or why, which is a little disappointing given all of the blood I gave them. They seem content to conclude that is was a fluke. We will follow up later with more tests (involving more blood, I am certain.)
Since I have been home, I've felt overwhelmed with gratitude for all of my blessings. First of all, Thank You to everyone who wrote to me on Facebook saying they were praying. I felt your prayers (in-between needle pokes.) Second, thank you to my family for calling and visiting and in general making a fuss. It was unnecessary but, I must say, felt really good. Third, Thank You to Lee, who was by my side the entire time, making sure the nurses did what they were supposed to do. My advice to all of you young people - marry a nurse. It will pay huge dividends!
We now return to our regularly scheduled blog posts....