Here is a short video of my son Zachariah walking on his Birthday.  He just started walking about a week ago and is already getting around like a pro.  So, here's to you Zach!

*I wasted a good portion of my time trying to get Windows movie maker to publish this basic clip. . . it would not.  So, I used some random movie generator that made the clip "professional."  But, after all the time spent It is good enough. 

As my cousin Nole has pointed out I've been pretty lax about posting on the blog, as well as simple upkeep such as my age (which has already been rectified), or my Zune card only having three artists available.  So, here is my commitment to post more often to keep Nole up to speed on my life.  I did notice 8 views on my statistics so I guess I need to step it up as far as content to woo more readers.  I even saw that Emily made a comment, officially becoming the second person to ever post on my blog.  The possibilities are endless to how glorious this blog can become, perhaps someday it might. . . it just might be as glorious as cousin Nole's.

Waking up after surgery is kinda weird, you're not really sure where you are, or what has happened.  Also, you're super groggy, like being on sleeping pills. 

When I awoke the nurse says, "your appendix burst. . . " and back to sleep I went.  I was pretty panicky since your appendix bursting is not usually a good thing.  I finally woke up and found out that I was ok, much to my relief. 

Once they wheeled me back to my room I actually didn't feel to bad.  Other than falling asleep while talking to Grandpa, I guessed I would be back to normal by the weekend.  I was greatly mistaken.  The following night I was so weak I could not pull my self out of bed. 

The hardest part of the recovery in the hospital was not being able to eat anything.  The day after the surgery I was on an only water/ice chips diet.   When the nurse told me I could only have water for the second day in a row I wanted to punch someone in the face.  Finally after four days of not eating anything  they finally let me have some food (it took my wife arguing with three different nurses before they would give me a turkey sandwich, but my God, that turkey sandwich was soooooooo delicious). 

The most encouraging thing about my stay at the hospital was that so many of my friends and family came and saw me.  A preacher from peoples church even came and prayed over me (he anointed me with oil which was a first for me).  But after five days in the hospital, and the prospect of not watching the super bowl on grandpa's new sweet TV had me itching to get out of there.  So, they finally let me out on Saturday afternoon much to me delight.

Couple of notes to close out this portion of my saga: 

1. I was so jacked up the night after my surgery I lost all humility and got up out of bed with only my hospital gown on. . . . my wife came into the room yelling at me to cover up (sadly, I really didn't care less,  but I did cover up)

2. The doctor used staples instead of stitches which I thought was rather repulsive.  I never got around to taking a picture of it, but you can see in the picture that I have provided that there are little red marks all around the cut.  Those would be the holes where the staples were at. 

This past Tuesday I awoke to find an immense pain in my lower right abdomen.  I had had some similar pain before but nothing this intense.  I laid on my living room floor for about five hours hoping that the pain would go away; it did not.  I planned on going to the hospital the following day, but my wonderful wife recommend that I go to the ER that night. 

After being seen by a nurse I was hooked up to an IV and ended up waiting about 5 hours before I as finally taken to have a CT scan done.  The scan revealed what the nurse had expected.  Appendicitis, it was actually good news for me since I was rather worried about being sent home with having nothing done.

Since, there was no room at the time, they set me up in a hallway until the doctor could come talk to me about what I could expect.  He came and confirmed what the CT scan results showed, and called a doctor from surgery to see when I would have the operation.  They informed it would probably be in the AM, since the surgeon was "busy."

They then moved me up to my room that I would spend the next five days in.  I shared the room with a guy named John, which could be frustrating at times when they would bring food in (which I could not eat) and announce "John?"  Nice guy all the same (though the night before he left, he DESTROYED the shared toilet).

On Wednesday they finally rolled me down to the surgery room, where I again had the pleasure of waiting for the surgeon to show up.  The last thing I remember was the doctor putting the mask over my face and asking me to count backwards from 10;  I think I made it to 6 before I was out.