It was a long night. Andy has not been feeling well for a couple of days and stayed home from work. So, he rested while I got the kids everywhere that they needed to be last night. During John’s baseball game, Andy texted to say he had talked to a nurse and they suggested that he be seen at either the emergency room or urgent care within three to four hours due to severe pain on his right side. This made watching John’s game really difficult as my focus was elsewhere. As soon as the game was over, I grabbed John and drove home as quickly as possible. We gave the kids instructions and then Andy and I went to the ER. It was right about 10 pm when we checked in. Fortunately, it was not appendicitis, but he was diagnosed with diverticulitis. After receiving two liters of IV fluids, pain medication, and first doses of strong antibiotics, he was released just before 2 am. The kids were very relieved to see me this morning and know that their dad was okay. I went out this morning to pick up his antibiotics.
While this specific case is somewhat severe due to the location of the pain, Andy should be just fine with the medication and he was feeling much better by the end of the day. However, we will be following up with our doctor because he had a similar episode of this a year ago that interrupted a Cub Scout campout. There could be more tests in his future.
It was a scary night for me though. There is this look that Andy gives me when he is truly scared and I have only seen it four times – before each kid was born, when I had my seizure, and last night. Andy gave me that look first, but he also told me he was scared. That made me channel my inner Marianne. Mom said to me once, “When your dad gets scared, I get strong. There is only room for one of us to be scared at a time.” I kept hearing that in my head last night. I love you, Mom. Thanks for still being there. I am very thankful that Andy is okay. He will be taking it easy for a few days and hopefully will be back to normal soon.