Muchos Gracias

Thursday night I had to take Scott to the Emergency Room at 2:30am. He was in extreme abdominal pain and his arms and legs were going numb. He couldn't even lift his hands to scratch his face.

I'm not the one the does well in emergency situations. I'm the one that freezes and lets someone else deal.

This time, I had no choice but to be in charge. I had to take care of my husband. He had to go to the hospital.

I got him in the van, and to the ER. He was getting worse and worse the entire time. I had to keep a cool head, because he was scared. I've never seen him like that. Ever.

I started tweeting about what was going on after we got to the ER. It was like a vivid nightmare. Watching him in so much pain. It took them almost an hour to get him in a bed and give him some pain meds. Which helped immediately.

That's when it happened to me. That I felt a connection to those around me. A connection I had never felt before. I was getting DM's, emails, tweets back. People CARED.

And I no longer felt so alone sitting in the ER watching him suffer. There were offers of people to blow their planned day off to come sit with me. There were offers of "I'm here if you need to talk." There were just flat out notes about prayers, thoughts and concerns. And later Friday, a phone call that made my day.

I was no longer scared shitless. I was able to keep it together and make it through the early morning to 9am when they finally gave a diagnosis and agreed he needed his appendix out.

I was given strength. By people I've met and some I haven't. I was able to maintain my cool and not break down and lose it in front of my husband who really needed me to stay strong.

I have never felt 'the blogging community' as strongly as I did then. I have seen and been part of support for others, but never have I felt it so much myself.

I know an appendix isn't a big deal. But it is when you don't know WHAT is going on. Especially when you don't deal well with that kind of situation. I was on the edge of freak out.

Thankfully, he had the surgery Friday morning. It went fantastic. No rupture or 'mess' inside. I brought him home Saturday.

AND THEN, not only feeling the love of the people on the other side of my phone, my BIL, Alan and friend Chrissy, were at the house mowing the lawn and weeding.

I am thankful that my husband is ok. I am thankful that it will be a quick recovery (2-3 weeks).

And now, I am more thankful for all of you more then any of you know.

Give yourself a huge hug from me. Cause I would love to hug each and every single one of you that reached out.

Thank you. I can't say it enough.