Leaving the health fair, I felt hungry, so I skipped my usual lunchtime visit to the gym and went back to eat lunch at my desk. Surprisingly, the hunger didn't go away but I didn't think much about it. I even went to play bridge at the Norman club in the evening. The bridge game ended at 10.30pm and the abdominal pain by then was quite severe. I didn't even wait for the last pair to turn in their results -- this even though we were coming in second at the time (thanks, W!) and there is nothing I like more than seeing how many Masterpoints a good showing translates to.
I went home and promptly threw up my dinner. By midnight, the pain was getting quite unbearable. By 1.30 am, the wife called a doctor friend who came by (yes, an amazingly good friend), felt my stomach, listened to my story of how the pain had spread from the mid-abdomen to the right and told me that I likely had appendicitis.
He then drove me to the emergency room. As luck would have it, at 2am on a Thursday morning, there was another trauma case -- this one a police pursuit with bleeding victims. I was doubled over in pain, but the nurses were all treating the bleeding fugitives. My friend (he works at that hospital) went out and found a nurse to give me painkillers intravenously. A CAT scan later, I was scheduled for surgery and by 9 am I was out of surgery missing an appendix. 12 hours after the surgery, I feel good enough to type in this blog post.
Over a course of 24 hours I went from being in perfect health to having and losing an inflamed vestigial organ.