So....I walk out of the bedroom this morning and Todd is there in his winter coat, ready to go to the walk-in clinic.
Todd NEVER calls in sick. He NEVER complains of pain.
The walk-in doc thinks it's his appendix, and sends him to a surgeon.
The surgeon is "unimpressed" with Todd's pain. He doesn't know about Mr. Stoic. If only I were there to let Mr. Doctor know that if Todd is complaining at all, beware. But I am home with the kids, talking to Todd via cell phone.
My friend Kirby will duck out of work and come over to take care of the kids if need be, but for the moment, we wait. I'm in the kitchen, preparing things for the kids to eat should I need to go. The kitchen work is soothing me and that in itself is weird. I've come a long way, baby!
So Todd drove himself from the surgeon's over to the hospital for blood work. If it shows an infection, they'll do a scan, and probably take out the ole appendix later today.
The hospital is two seconds away. We could walk there faster than we could find a parking spot. Still...it's driving me nuts not to be there, sitting with him in the waiting room.
He doesn't want me to bring the kids and I know he's right.
He's going to be in big trouble later for not waking me up since this pain evidently started last night.