Something to Ponder
My husband had to have an emergency appendectomy yesterday. He's doing fine after it but will be staying in the hospital at least until Saturday because his appendix ruptured before he had the surgery.
Here's the thing, though: The guy drove himself to the hospital with a ruptured appendix.
I KNOW!
What kind of Crazy On Legs is THAT? It's not like he HAD to, either. There were plenty of people, myself included, who were standing by, ready to drive him once he gave the okay. But instead what he did was text me from a gurney in the hospital as he was being wheeled into surgery.
Y'all, I have given more notice before removing a HANGNAIL.
So, aside from the fact that once I got to the hospital, everyone greeted me with a certain amount of coolness (no doubt thinking that I'd made the poor guy drive himself because I was busy eating bon-bons and watching soap operas,) the other thing that came out of this was how many women have similar stories about their husbands. The first nurse I met said her husband had done the same exact thing. (Because naturally I told her as soon as I could in an effort to get her to diffuse the lynch mob.)
I heard from other people who had similar stories, too. And I started thinking, "Well, dang, maybe this is the KEY to the whole "Men are from Mars, Women Want Them to Stay There" dialogue." Maybe if we could get to the bottom of why men think it's better to risk their freaking LIVES by driving themselves to the hospital instead of accepting a tiny bit of assistance, we'd be able to solve all marital discord and misunderstanding.
I have no idea what the answer is, though. Frankly, I think men are weird.
And when Coop gets out of the hospital, I'm going to smack him hard.
Except, you know, first I'm going to kiss his whole head.
Here's the thing, though: The guy drove himself to the hospital with a ruptured appendix.
I KNOW!
What kind of Crazy On Legs is THAT? It's not like he HAD to, either. There were plenty of people, myself included, who were standing by, ready to drive him once he gave the okay. But instead what he did was text me from a gurney in the hospital as he was being wheeled into surgery.
Y'all, I have given more notice before removing a HANGNAIL.
So, aside from the fact that once I got to the hospital, everyone greeted me with a certain amount of coolness (no doubt thinking that I'd made the poor guy drive himself because I was busy eating bon-bons and watching soap operas,) the other thing that came out of this was how many women have similar stories about their husbands. The first nurse I met said her husband had done the same exact thing. (Because naturally I told her as soon as I could in an effort to get her to diffuse the lynch mob.)
I heard from other people who had similar stories, too. And I started thinking, "Well, dang, maybe this is the KEY to the whole "Men are from Mars, Women Want Them to Stay There" dialogue." Maybe if we could get to the bottom of why men think it's better to risk their freaking LIVES by driving themselves to the hospital instead of accepting a tiny bit of assistance, we'd be able to solve all marital discord and misunderstanding.
I have no idea what the answer is, though. Frankly, I think men are weird.
And when Coop gets out of the hospital, I'm going to smack him hard.
Except, you know, first I'm going to kiss his whole head.
Comments
Debbie J.
I hope you've comforted yourself with some much-deserved bonbons and soap operas!
If only we could all get our psychosis on the same page.
But first, my ex-FIL decided he needed to shower, since he had mowed the grass that morning.
So they let him suffer another half-hour, laying on the floor in incredible pain, before heading to the hospital. He was rushed immediatly into surgery.
So apparently they never outgrow this type of stupidity, even when they are fathers.
But, yeah - typical guy thing...it's sorta cute, isn't it?
May Coop heal quickly and feel better even sooner than that.
In his defense ;) I've heard from lots of people (/hi! Raises hand!) that we've heard appendicitis is terrible and awful and what not and you can't miss it. And then after several burst ovarian cysts (well, that can't be Coop's excuse) you realize it isn't all that bad and you know they can't do anything do you just ignore it.
But as for the Men are from Mars part - are we (humans) genetically hard-wired so that home renovations stress women out but not men? What's up with that?
So I drove myself.
They told me I had diverticulitis. I could have ruptured my bowel! (tmi?) and died in the car from sepsis or something--I called him from my hospital bed.
"They're keeping me overnight--and maybe through the weekend for observation." I said.
That's when HE drove to the hospital. He hasn't doubted me since.
But now, he has this lesion on his belly--he went to the doctor for a biopsy. We'll see if it turns into anything. Thank goodness he hasn't tried to take himself to the doctor for those kidney stones!
Hope Coop is better soon. Mark had a problem with his fever sticking around so ended up staying over a week in the hospital. We finally convinced them to let him come home on Christmas Eve but he probably should have stayed. He was pretty sore for close to a month.
It's very dangerous when it ruptured like that. Coop is lucky and I'm glad he got to the hospital when he did!
Quick recovery Coop! (sorry for the long comment)
I hope Coop is getting better.
I know that had to be scary! Take some deep breaths now that you know he is okay. And a little bit of that left over chocolate probably wouldn't hurt anything either. ;-)
And weird.
And I'm really glad he's okay.
I hope he's having a speedy recovery. And that you get to drive him home.