Eventually Austin did come home.
After I left work early and harassed him for a couple of hours.
After he took a nap at work, and woke up "feeling better".
After my patience had worn to the very core.
When he came home, he was greeted very warmly by Corey, our dear friend staying with us while in town for our rocking party.
He was not, on the other hand, greeted warmly by his wife. I may feel kind of bad about it now, but it was a means to an end. Eventually that attitude got his stubborn butt to the hospital. Who knows how long he would have waited had I been all June Cleaver about it.
Whatever you think is best."
So, I was harsh. So harsh in fact that I essentially gave my husband the cold shoulder, and told him that he needed to go to the hospital and that he was going alone, because I had waited on him all day and was not sitting around in a 'waiting room' to do more of the same.
I'm not necessarily proud of that attitude, but like I said, though I may wear pearls everyday, June I am not.
He dropped his jaw in shock and then stuck out his lower lip like a 5 year old, "But I feel better!"
Cold shoulder. Ice cold.
He ate a little meal with our friends, who essentially all supported him going to the hospital (if for nothing else than to not end up on the couch for the night). And off he went.
He did not give up so lightly though. He insisted on texting our friends who I was with little statements like "I so do not need to be here" or "This is such a waste of time"
Within a short time, I gave up my show of strength and headed to the hospital. After all, he is my husband and truth be told I was worried sick about him throughout all of it. He may be as stubborn as a mule, but he is my mule, so off I went.
Within an few hours of being there, after the tests had been done, the nasty CT scan drink was drank and the final scan was done, we got our diagnosis.
The doctor came in, in record time, and said, "Well, you definitely have appendicitis. And based on the amount of infection so that we cannot even see your actual appendix on the CT scan, we are guessing that it has already perforated."
Cue another jaw drop for Austin: "You have got to be kidding."
Doctor: "Nope. I don't kid about appendicitis, not at 2 in the morning in an emergency room."
Austin, looking straight at me: "You have officially won the biggest 'I told you so' of all time."
Me: "Well I am glad you said it."
Coming up next - Part IV, or "What do you mean I have to stay here?"