Tired and thankful

So, Ray got appendicitis and had to have surgery yesterday. I'm tired because I got very little sleep and thankful he's alright. His stomach had been hurting since Monday. He went to doctor on Wednesday because the pain shifted to the right, but doc sent him home basically to get worse because he wasn't showing "typical" appendicitis symptoms. So all day I was debating on whether to go to Ellijay in case Ray needed someone, and Ray kept telling me he was fine. At 7 pm I packed a bag just in case; Ray said he was good. At 8:45, I went to get milk for my mom; Ray said his roommate was available if he got worse. At 9:45 he called and said he needed to go to the hospital. About time, dontcha think? Anyway, I got to Ellijay at 11:30, got to watch Ray get loopy on Demoral (ask me about those stories sometime), and basically stayed up all night until his surgery at 9:30 Thursday morning. We brought him home last night, and he's resting now, perfectly fine. And I got some sleep, finally. My badge picture for work looks awesome because I was so tired from the day before. The nurses were kidding with him about trying to get out of the wedding. No chance. Three week recovery, three weeks til the wedding. Mm-hmm. His nurse was this crotchety old lady who looked and talked like she'd been smoking and tanning since she learned how to walk. She was really tough on him, not letting him ease into doing anything, and every time she left the room, Ray would slur out how much he didn't like her. So now he has to rest. And he'll be bored out of his mind. But he's okay. Pray that his recovery is quick!