Well.... I just got out of a 6 hour stint in the ER. I woke up this morning with a gut ache and it got worse and worse. I tried to go to work, but turned around a few miles down the road because it was so distracting I could hardly drive, let along work around heavy equipment all day.
By 9am I was wishing I was dead. For real, I wouldn't have argued if someone wanted to shoot me. Betsy got home from her business trip a short time later and broght me to walk in. They ran some tests and said it looks like gall bladder stones or gall baldder infection and that I should go to the ER imeaditaly, which sucked because it was about 20 more miles away.
I had a boat load of tests run and an ultra-sound (it's a girl). At 5pm they brought me the news that they can't find anything wrong with my other than my white blood count is high, so there is an infection somewhere. So...Tomorrow, I get to head back up and do it all over again. So I got that goin' for me.
So I got that goin' for me.
