So there I am...
...minding my own business, when suddenly I get sick. And not just "I feel icky" but "honey, can you drive me to ER?" sick. So into the hospital I go, for a week. They take my blood at 5 am. I pee into cups to repeatedly prove that I wasn't pregnant. I have CT scans and various other views of my innerds taken. Much boredom, much longing to get home to sweetie and kitty. Much drama.
I'm home now, thanks to modern chemistry, and I'll be having a gall bladder-ectomy at the end of the month. Whee.
If you ever get sick, the nurses on the 8th floor at Peninsula Hospital are amazing.