Early Sunday morning I woke up with the most incredible stomach pains I've ever had. No, it wasn't my period and I'm not pregnant. I tried all different kinds of positions but in the end couldn't make it go away, which is how I ended up in the emergency room of our local hospital.
A doc diagnosed me with an ovarian cyst that may possibly be bleeding, and a backup in my colon (I will spare you, dear readers, from the mortifying details). Anyway, I spent about 5 hours there and then came home.
My friend Miriam from PDX was in town and we were going to meet her at the zoo. That got scrapped in favor of sitting around the table in our backyard talking. I ended up walking with Miriam to the train station, then walking back home. It crossed my mind that, hey, if I had been scheduled to work on Sunday, I could have just taken the train in with her.
When I got home I had a call from someone on the MPE desk who wondered where I was. Turns out that I HAD, indeed, been scheduled to work Sunday; I misread the schedule. So I jumped into some barely presentable clothes, hopped into the car and drove to work. Had to scuttle all the plans I'd made to nap, cook ahead for the week while Drew grilled, and eat dinner WITH MY FAMILY. But, hey, a job is a job....
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