Sunday, January 9, 2011

Going Down With My Boots On - Funny Story #1 from Last Year's Appendectomy

(NOTE:  Another of last year's posts...I'm okay now.)

Late last week, I had a horrible night.  I was running 104 degrees fever, and in terrible pain.  I should have just gone to the emergency room that night, but the pain eased.  Chills stopped.
The next morning, I told ThatManILove I was going to the doctor.  He was heading out to the field, to substitute in for a guy that needed a day off, and would be back early afternoon.  I told him to go on, and promised I would call my brother Scott if I needed a ride, or anything.  TMIL left around 4:30 that morning.  
I got up, took a shower, fixed my hair and put on makeup, and called my brother.  He assured me he was coming to Midland and would clear his day for me “just in case.”
I went to my office to collect my computer, since I was working on a project.  And everything started again.
I drove straight to my personal physician, who diagnosed :  appendicitis. He called the emergency room, I drove to my house, and Scott met me there.  We went to the hospital.
Because of my level of pain, they immediately put me in a patient room.  They got me comfortable, gave me drugs, and I settled in for a long wait while they ordered tests, started i.v., and asked a million questions.
At some point, I had to go to the bathroom.  Since I was on drugs, a nurse had to walk me to the bathroom down the hall, and back to my room.  
I came in, looked at Scott, and said, “These drugs must be some good shit.”
Scott:  Why?

Me:  I kid you not, as I was walking down the hall, I saw a guy all gowned up, with his stuff all hanging out, and...he was wearing a cowboy hat.  And the gown is open to the front.

Scott, laughing:  Seriously?  His cowboy hat?  He’s wearing his cowboy hat with a gown?

Me:  Yeah, you might be a redneck stuff, huh?  I dunno.  It may be the drugs.  But will you go look?  (at this time, he would do freakin’ anything to stop me from hurting and to make me laugh - which, by the way, hurt just as much.)
Scott goes out of the room, and shortly comes back with this killer grin.
Scott:  Yup.

Me:  I’m not hallucinating?

Scott:  Nope.  And....

Me:  What?

Scott:   He has on his cowboy boots, too.
I had to call for more drugs.  Yeah, baby.  I’m from Texas.


  1. I'd have paid good money to see that sight!

  2. That is some funny shit right there.

  3. Oh, this is good stuff! Thanks for the visit,btw.


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