The Fourth

So, it's a good thing I didn't have huge plans for the Fourth of July weekend. Because I spent the whole damn thing in the hospital. I hate being in the hospital. I hate IVs. I hate that even though the nurses had access to an active IV line, they still stuck my other arm to draw blood nightly at 2 a.m. I hate looking like a heroin addict, but one that is really, really bad at sticking oneself. My advice to you, if you want to have a fun weekend, is to avoid the following actions. 1. Do not get appendicitis. 2. Do not have your appendix rupture prior to surgery. 3. Basically just 1 and 2. I'm home. I'm uncomfortable. I can't wear my belly ring anymore because that's one of the incision sites. But hey, I didn't die from sepsis, so let's bright-side this. Hope y'all's was better than mine. Fireworks all around.