Checking In, Prayers Needed...
It's been a whirlwind of a couple of weeks with all the physicals, business appointments, home repairs, tidying up the yard, etc. for our move to London.
We were supposed to drive the kids up to Illinois to stay with relatives this Friday and then Eric and I take off to London for our house-hunting trip. That got promptly cancelled when I had to take Eric to the hospital Saturday night with severe abdominal pain.
After a CT scan confirmed appendicitis, we were told he'd be admitted and have surgery whenever the surgeon on call deemed. It ends up, we spent the night in the ER hallway (apparently it was a full moon this past weekend), got a room around 6:30, and Eric was scheduled for surgery at 9:30.
It's not good to be greeted by a surgeon with the words, "It was much worse than we expected." Apparently, Eric's appendix had ruptured and judging from the associated abscesses and drainage, the surgeon guesstimated it had been ruptured for 2-3 days (funny Eric hadn't felt anything until 24 hours before we took him to the ER -AND- the CT scan indicated no perforations or ruptures at 3 AM?????). What do you think, you medical types out there? Was it or wasn't it ruptured when the CT scan indicated it wasn't?
Anyway, Eric's in the hospital with a drain tube, fevers, and not able to keep solid food down. The doctor is estimating he might be able to come home Friday if he can keep food down and no fever. He's perky and coherent and has discovered the beauty of pain medication, but boy the poor guy is going stir crazy. He's not the type to hang out and watch Ophrah all day!
Keep us in your prayers. It's going to be hard to keep him from lifting more than 10 or 15 pounds when we were wanting to be in London by Labor Day!