Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Guy's Appendix is No More!

Hello World.

I am now without an appendix. Yes indeed, it has been quite the ordeal.
It all started a few days ago. I woke up with bad cramps on sunday morning, but figured it was just my insides telling me to make delicious food for breakfast, and to stop eating all that junk food before bed! Unfortunately this was not the case.
By 9p.m. the burning and grumbling in my stomach was on the verge of unbearable pain, as I was arriving at the Holy Mountain club in downtown Seattle. While there, I managed to catch possibly the most bizarre performance I've ever seen in my entire life. Missoula, Montana's own "Knot Knocked Up." Their drummer performed topless, with a nice coating of face paint and a lightning bolt splattered accross her chest. Their singer, howling out such classic lyrics as "Crisco! Leads to fisting!!!", sported what appeared to be a classy, flowered moo-moo, circa 1985, and her top soon found it's way off as she encouraged the audience to strip naked. It was a sight to see.

By midnight I had made my way home, and soon found myself curled up in a ball, moaning in excrutiating pain. As I ran to the bathroom, vomiting and dry-heaving beyond my wildest nightmares, it donned on me that this may not be the flu. Being the idiot that I am, I let this cycle of attempting to sleep, drinking water, and then vomiting, continue until 6a.m., when it finally became apparent that a hospital visit would be necessary.
Of course, the idiot that I am, I would not let my close friend drive me, and instead resolved to drive myself from Seattle to Kirkland, sweating and vomiting out my window as I sped accross the 520 bridge. When I finally made it to the ER at Evergreen Hospital, I collapsed across a chair and a table, knocking over some potted plants. They soon stuck me in a wheel chair, found a room for me, and begin pumping me full of fluids, anti-nausea medicing, and narcotics for the pain. Several hours later, my appendix was removed, and here I am today, (nearly) good as new, and ready to rock out with Shotty as soon as I can figure out how to walk more than ten feet!

love always,
Guy

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