My Weekend In Pictures

Ok, Eric and I were supposed to go pick apples in Michigan this weekend. We do it every fall, and it's one of our favorite activities/vacations that we do together every year.

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But...my stomach got achy. I attributed it to some pills I was taking, because for the last week, every time I took one of these pills, it felt like I was being stabbed violently in the stomach.

So...Eric takes me to the doctor. When I say takes, I mean he whines and drags me to the doctor.

Where the doctor promptly takes my blood:

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And the doctor starts doing that "feeling your abdomen" thing, and it is painful in one particular spot.

You know where this is going. They think my appendix might need to come out, but it isn't PAINFUL-painful yet, and the doctor thinks it might be a side effect of the pills, so we agree on the following:

1. I stop taking the pills

2. I call him daily with how I feel and I do not lie.

3. My appendix can stay right where it is unless the pain gets worse. The doctor thinks the pain is from the pills, and not my appendix, so he is reluctant to operate for no reason.

Number three makes my Mr. Appendix VERY happy:

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So...to make me feel better, Eric made me pancakes "Enna style" (with lemon and sugar on them), and bought me slippers.

And then he made me very happy. How did he make me very happy?

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That's right: BOND MARATHON!

I will keep you updated, but I already feel better. I know what will make me feel EVER BETTER STILL - if he puts in Goldfinger next!