Apparently if you don't get something like this taken care of, it can kill you. Well these past few days were an adventure to say the least...

 

First let me say thanks to everyone that called me or sent me a text asking about how I was doing. I really appreciated it and they helped get me through a few miserable days. Second, I would also like to apologize for us being down for a few days. MLZ did an assload of work upgrading the site and we now have the ability to have more freedom and creativity with NotOnlyThatButSports.com, as I am sure you have seen some of the subtle changes. Anyway, on to Remember...

 

As some of you know, about a week ago I started a diet. I went to the gym on Sunday before Daytona and felt that I had overdid it. Had a sharp pain in my stomach and just thought it was hunger cramps. Before I knew it, I couldn't stand on Tuesday morning and was calling out of work. Called the doctor because my mother, who works at a hospital, had said there was a bug going around. My doctor refused to see me. Told me to “stop eating dairy products and increase the amount of water I drink.” Now I'm not the type of person to bitch about being sick, so when I call the doctor, I want to see the doctor. I don't want to be given information that I can find on the first result of a Google search.

 

From there I said eff it I'm going to the ER. Had my mother take me because A. I was in too much pain to drive, and B. she works at the hospital so any pull in the ER time-wise would help. So we walk into the ER and it's instantly the worst place on planet earth. It smells miserable, no one speaks English, and there are people that are waiting with what appears to be the flu. Luckily, like I said before, my mother works there. So I was able to get in and do the blood tests and after about an hour I'm waiting in a bed in a hallway. Sat in that bed in pain for about an hour before I heard the screams coming from down the hall.

 

The nurses referred to that patient as Houdini. Apparently security had tied him down only to have himself break out and start throwing shit all over his room. He then proceeded to bang his head against the wall and scream “That bitch stole my fucking water!” before I was taken away to do the CT Scan. That process took another half an hour, and when we got the results before I knew it I had 10 different doctors, surgeons, and anesthesiologists asking me my information. Before I knew it I was out cold.

 

I woke up several hours later in the recovery room. They were hitting me with the morphine every four hours which was nice, and I was so out of it I would put the Les Miserables soundtrack on repeat and sleep to that. I saw the doctor the next morning who told me I was able to go home and that if I had gone a couple more hours, my appendix would have burst inside of me. Good thing I had some pull at the hospital. Regardless my appendix and I had some good times. We went to the NBA Finals and saw the Celtics win in 2008. We saw some good movies and some shitty ones. My appendix was there when I got laid the first time. Yup I sure will miss the little guy, but he just became a pain in the ass. Literally. One of the side effects from the Perks that they gave me is constipation. So then you get to play the chemist and try to find the right balance of constipation and laxative, which I am sad to say that I am losing the battle. But I digress. Sorry for the weak Remember this week, but be ready for new segments, and a more user-friendly website.

 

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Sunday, March 3, 2013