“Be careful what you wish for” is a worn out saying, but it is extremely resonant to me for a number of reasons. In the famous words of Inigo Montoya, “Lemme ‘splain”.
Monday morning I got up saying, I didn’t feel like working. I was feeling lazy. I had a pain in my lower abdomen, and it had been there for a week and a half. Not knowing the cause of said pain had been weighing on my mind. I suspected something and saw a doctor who could provide insight. After examination, it was suggested that it could be my appendix.
That is a trigger statement because my husband had his appendix burst as a child, and he could have died. His doctor at the time counseled his mom to make arrangements.
I wasn’t there back then, so of course I don’t know, but it suddenly became serious for him. And so, when the word appendix was mentioned in relation to ME, Huz went from code whatever to the next level up of seriousness in my house. And what that meant was we were NOT playing around, we’re going to the ER.
So I spent all day Monday from like quarter to two to 11 o’clock at night when I finally got into my own bed. And it wasn’t my appendix.
So be careful what you wish for. Because I wished I didn’t have to work. And guess what, I did not do one bit of work. I was stuck in the ER.
I ended up being fine I’m not complaining about the fact that I don’t have an appendix problem, although I have now this big question mark, and medical question marks are frustrating, but they happen.
When I think about things I’ve wished for that have not yet happened, but I’ve come close to witnessing, I shudder.
Gentle reminder to be in the moment you’re in.
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