I need a vacation. I bet Fener could use one too. There are dozens of historically rich and exotic locations I long to experience, and not nearly enough time, money, (and now mobility) to see them all. I’ve had hours of prime daydreaming time today while sitting and squirming on an uncomfortable plastic chair in the hospital emergency room.
Yes, the ER.
We woke to a worsening of the pain in Nicks abdomen, and decided we couldn’t afford to wait another day. A trip to the ER assures prompt attention to a potentially dangerous situation. We didn’t know if his intestines were blocking up again, or if something more serious was developing. After some blood work, a few x-rays and hours of waiting, the doctor confirmed what we have suspected all along: Nick Fener is full of shit.
I’m shocked but relieved. I feel like we’ve been doing everything right; his diet is healthful and promotes elimination, he “goes” 2-3 times per day, he’s more active than he used to be, and he’s taking all the right supplements to keep things moving.
I know y’all don’t care to know about Nicks turds, and honestly I’m not sure why I’m sharing all this. I’ll spare the details of what the solution to Nicks stomach woes will consist of; but I can mention that the adventures in NickFenerland will continue first thing tomorrow morning per doctors orders, so he will be missing his session at Project Walk.
After keeping Nick company for a brief ten hours in the ER, I am elated to be home. Home, and taking a few moments to release the events of the day and digest the new Facts of Life around here. A few minor tweaks and changes to his already-healthy dietary habits and he should be golden. I wonder if he will be a slave to an ultra strict diet for the rest of his life or if this is a necessity only during his time of healing. It doesn’t matter; he’s willing to do whatever it takes.
getting back to that vacation…