The World Isn’t Going to Miss Me When I’m Gone
So I’d just as soon focus on how I made my loved ones feel while I was still here.
Until about a month ago, I’d never had surgery. I’d never even been to the emergency room unless I was accompanying someone else for moral support and to make sure they got there safely.
But I knew that was probably going to change when I developed a deep, nagging pain in my side that wasn’t going away. I’m not the kind of person who skips off to the doctor at the drop of a hat (or at all), but here I was thinking that I would probably wind up going to the emergency room regardless.
I originally hoped I’d be able to finish out my work week before things got that bad. Instead, I made it to Thursday morning.
Thursday is when my entire left side started developing this strange feeling — not completely numb, exactly, but heavy and weak in this really troubling way. So, yeah. I decided to wake my husband up and ask him to take me to the emergency room.
But first — for some reason — I felt the need to put some things in order before I left the house. The pain in my side felt suspiciously like the kind that might call for surgery. And if I had to stay in the hospital for any length of time, my husband would have to handle the cooking…
