i'm typing this this live from presbyterian hospital.
stop worrying. i haven't lost my sense of humor. that would be my right hand on the pain button and a one-finger salute with my left. you can tell how much i enjoy being here.
woke up wednesday around 2 a.m. with a stomach ache. blamed it on my cooking. by noon wednesday, i gave in and had a coworker drive out to the ranch to pick me up and drive me to urgent care in belen. they decided i needed to take the fast route to albuquerque with flashing lights. then the cute er doc said he was calling the surgeon. then the surgeon removed a large chunk of my necrotic small intestine. same damned thing that emmy lou (lyle's mom) died from. my prognosis is much better.
My sister has now taken over the typing, so maybe the punctuation will be correct. I called her in Florida as I was being wheeled into the OR, and she arrived sometime, (Carson can't keep her days strait. Kathleen says it was 1:30 Wednesday afternoon, and that she knows it should be "straight.")
Bottom line. All of my friends have rallied and are taking the best care
Stop worrying. I mean it. Stop worrying.
I don't know if I've got blog coverage lined up. But I will try to post updates occasionally.
Because I know you won't stop worrying. Even though I have told you to stop.
That's all for today. Thank you for your concern.
p.s. The doctors are very handsome.