Happy Appendix Day

here i am happy in the er on drugs

Two weeks ago I had a stomach ache. I had it the day before but not so bad I couldn't run my customary 3 miles before work. But by the evening time I was in a good bit of pain. I took two Tums and went to sleep. Surprisingly, I slept for a solid eight hours. My girlfriend Paula (god bless her), who some of you know as the doctor friend that often plays glockenspiel or vibraphone with me and is a medical doctor, called and asked how I was doing. I told her the hurt had moved down into my lower right abdomen, she had me press on the spot and when I winced she said "I'll be right over". When she arrived she said get your stuff were going to the emergency room, you have appendicitis. 

And so I did confirmed by both emergency room doctor and CT scan. By 9pm I was under anesthesia and feeling no pain (actually before I went to the OR I got this great drug called Fentanyl...I was ready to dance on table tops and go home). 

Anyways the anesthesiologist promised me a trip to Paris and when I awoke it didn't feel like she held true to her promise. I was groggy but Paula drove us home, to her place, draggin' in at 2am. 

For the first week after surgery, (laproscopic stylie), Alexander and I had a number of friends bring us food, flowers and fun. I thank you all from my heart for the help and the dinners. 

Alexander spent several nights at my pal/singer-songwriter/Nena Andersen's house, down the street, and her son Ellis showed Alexander how to catch a wave with a body board. 

Then Nena took the boys to the Del Mar Fair

Alexander did not find the animals spectacular

A division of interest in junk-food

Nothing like carnie games

And a shared sense of awe and wonder at old timey video games. 

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I'm on the mend. Back to work this week. Taking long walks. Kinda tired but pretty much off the pain meds.

Not ready to run my customary 3 miles yet... 

But getting revved up about going in the studio to record next weekend. 

photos of the boys by Nena Andersen