No worries, Star. This is just part of that lucky draw I got in the genetic shuffle from my mom's side.
See, I don't just age gracefully, it also takes a lot to actually bring me down. Grandpa Farmer was over 75 years old, and he had abused the fuck out of himself. Grandma Farmer got taken out by Advanced Alzheimer's Disease - and not until she was well into her 80's. The entire family is chock full of people who are so damn stubborn that Death has himself a helluva fight on his hands if he tries to take one of us in.
Consider that I had appendicitis where my appendix had.... well, kinda ruptured. It was perforated and had caused an abscess to form. Right now I'm guessing that's where it actually started hurting. From what I understand, I should have been feeling it a lot earlier than I actually did. Like, once the infection had set in and not at that advanced state!
And when I did start feeling it? It didn't feel much like anything more than some gas and cramps. Normally, that doesn't cause me trouble for more than a few hours. They tend to be some very unpleasant hours, but it does pass. However, after a certain point in time, I knew that this had officially crossed the line from "Just Relax, Dude" to "Okay, We May Have a Problem Here".
Hell, I didn't even start running a fever until I decided it was time to visit the hospital. I was only about 99.2 or some such when I went into the ER, and I topped out at about 102.5, but not until my second night after being admitted to the surgical ward.
I was actually even able to drive myself to the hospital. It took even longer than usual because I had to detour around some late-night construction work (they're upgrading the interchanges here to full-on stack interchanges), but I got there safely regardless. It just wasn't a pleasant experience.
Murphy can try, but that fucker is gonna have to do something a lot more drastic than appendicitis to take me out of the game.
See, I don't just age gracefully, it also takes a lot to actually bring me down. Grandpa Farmer was over 75 years old, and he had abused the fuck out of himself. Grandma Farmer got taken out by Advanced Alzheimer's Disease - and not until she was well into her 80's. The entire family is chock full of people who are so damn stubborn that Death has himself a helluva fight on his hands if he tries to take one of us in.
Consider that I had appendicitis where my appendix had.... well, kinda ruptured. It was perforated and had caused an abscess to form. Right now I'm guessing that's where it actually started hurting. From what I understand, I should have been feeling it a lot earlier than I actually did. Like, once the infection had set in and not at that advanced state!
And when I did start feeling it? It didn't feel much like anything more than some gas and cramps. Normally, that doesn't cause me trouble for more than a few hours. They tend to be some very unpleasant hours, but it does pass. However, after a certain point in time, I knew that this had officially crossed the line from "Just Relax, Dude" to "Okay, We May Have a Problem Here".
Hell, I didn't even start running a fever until I decided it was time to visit the hospital. I was only about 99.2 or some such when I went into the ER, and I topped out at about 102.5, but not until my second night after being admitted to the surgical ward.
I was actually even able to drive myself to the hospital. It took even longer than usual because I had to detour around some late-night construction work (they're upgrading the interchanges here to full-on stack interchanges), but I got there safely regardless. It just wasn't a pleasant experience.
Murphy can try, but that fucker is gonna have to do something a lot more drastic than appendicitis to take me out of the game.