What a weekend...

Saturday night Mr. Roberts starts complaining about a pain in his stomach.

We made light of it for most of the night, laid in bed drinking wine and watching "Accepted" and eventually we both passed out.

Sunday, when we woke up, the pain was worse, and had gradually isolated itself on his right hand side. By about noon, he'd diagnosed himself with a bad appendix. I went online, looked up the symptoms and confirmed it. It was quite likely appendicitis.

He made a quick call to Healthlink and the nurse told him to get to a hospital within the next few hours.

So we drove to the Misericordia hospital in the Westend (where they make their Emerg patients PAY for parking???), got him in, and they took him into observation after about an hour.

I was outside renewing parking for a 24 hour stay when they finally took him in, so I sat in the waiting room fighting over Sunday's Edmonton Sun with the girl next to me for about an hour.

Finally a nurse comes into the waiting room, calls out my name and escorts me through the secured door.

"He's a little lonely," she says, and points out a door for me to go through.

And there he sits in a seafoam green hospital gown, looking for all the world like a sad little boy who wants his mom.

After 3 hours of being asked the same questions over and over, giving blood and urine samples, and trying not to laugh, the doctor finally comes in, prods his left side again and confirms that it's appendicitis. When he announced they were keeping him overnight and doing the surgery first thing the next day, I'm not sure I've ever seen Mr. Roberts pull a longer face.

So evidently the surgeons came in at 6 this morning, which should mean he's already undergone surgery at the time of writing.

Fingers crossed for a speedy recovery, and warm thoughts are always appreciated.