Every year my father's parents go south for the winter. As such, we do Thanksgiving with his side of the family early every year.
Man, I was really looking forward to those candied yams.
As it would so happen, I developed severe abdominal pains over the course of last night, eventually plateauing around six or seven AM. Between the pain and complete lack of sleep it got so bad that my mind was falling to pieces. Every time I closed my eyes my brain would take over and I can distinctly remember fighting off visions of my pain being a piece of real estate or something I needed to log away in a database. I couldn't focus to save my life. My mother rushed me to urgent care where I involuntarily demonstrated some of the human body's autonomous functions (I'll spare you the details). When I was finally able to walk from the lobby to a room they performed the usual checks and drew my blood (I HATE NEEDLES) for testing. Upon determining that this was not the result of some food-borne illness/poisoning, they stuck me in a wheelchair and sent me over to the emergency room, fearing appendicitis. After suffering for God only knows how many hours, the pain began to subside. They took another blood sample for testing (I FRIGGIN' HATE NEEDLES), hooked me up to an IV (MATA NUI, DO I HATE NEEDLES), and began running more tests. At nearly three in the afternoon I was finally allowed to leave. At this point, we still don't know for sure what caused this onset. It was likely something viral, but we can't completely rule out the possibility that I could develop appendicitis within the next few days.
The thing even I don't understand at this point is how or why, while I felt like my insides were being torn apart, did I keep cracking jokes the whole time. "Does this wristband get me unlimited rides in the wheelchair?" "Lucky for you I'm such a light-weight to wheel around." "What's wrong with me? I got bored." I tell you what though, I was getting some strange looks from the hospital staff.
Good times.
In other news, Bionicle is coming back. If it's a continuation, sweet. If it's a time-leap, also sweet. If it's a reboot, dadgummit, I'll still follow along but I won't be as happy about it.
HAVE I MENTIONED YET HOW MUCH I DESPISE, LOATHE, AND HATE NEEDLES?
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