I should go to bed, but I have that lingering adrenaline that comes from a day of the unexpected.
No, not the good unexpected, the bad kind.
In short, Big E has a hernia.
I would explain, but that would take too long,
so I sum up.
Date lunch leads to a sudden onset of abdominal pain + visible bulge above navel, which rapidly leads to more pain + a larger bulge
which lead to an ambulance ride, a five hour Emergency Room visit, an x-ray, and a cat scan.
We are now watching and waiting, and expect surgery next week.
Romantic night away this weekend?