If you have a spare good thought or prayer, I'd sure appreciate you sending it my son's way. He's in the hospital. He drove himself to the emergency room at 6:30 this morning because he woke up in severe pain. He was here, right here in my house, and he didn't wake me up. Well, that will be interesting to think about later.
He was diagnosed with an ulcer a few weeks ago, now it's suspected appendicitis. I'm waiting for him to call me after they do more tests.
I called my husband to tell him, and ask him if he would go with me to the hospital. His reply was, "It depends when you want to go." The sad thing is, I knew the response I'd get before I even asked. What kind of father doesn't give a crap about something like this? That too is something interesting to think about later.
Anyway, I'll keep you posted.
