It's been a bad weekend for everybody, hasn't it?

Mine didn't start out too bad. Rented movies with Dave on Friday night, had a smoochy good romantic time. On Saturday, his parents went out to check out a house they wanted to buy, so we went along. In all honesty, nobody but Dave's dad is all hot for this place. The neighborhood is at best a strong "Ehhhhhh", not all that nice or kept up, and not that far off from ickier areas of town, but it's got an enormous plot of land attached with the tiny little house, so his dad's all excited about that and doing the fixer-upper thing. Everyone else seems to be hoping he will lose the bid.

After that, Dave and I headed out to the mall to get our picture taken to commemorate the occasion. We ended up not getting it done then because a new place opened up and was offering half-off deals for fancier photographs, and we're scheduled to go back there on the 15th.

We ended up leaving the mall early because Dave was not feeling well. He seemed to have some enormous amount of gas or something- at any rate, belly ow'ing was going on. Plus he felt very warm. We spent the evening watching movies and me trying to massage his belly to make the ow go away. It was off and on all night.

He looked godawful and could barely move on Sunday morning, when he had to go back to work. He went home after a few hours, though he apparently raised a lot of money because people felt sorry for him sounding that bad! He continued to feel bad all day, and finally around dinnertime when he flopped over on the table, his brother (used to be an EMT) started asking him questions, taking his temperature, etc. Temp was over 100. He said he had all the classic signs of appendicitis. (Brother has had it too.)

Naturally, Dave is wigging out because he just got his job and not only is he sicking out on the second week, he doesn't get insurance until probation is up. Boy, can he not afford thousands in bills. (I think living together next year has been officially ruled out.) Plus he's terrified of what else they might find wrong with him to boot.

So after dropping me off at the train station, they headed to the ER. The last time I talked to Dave, he had just been put in a room to pee in the cup. I don't know what else will be going on, but given the no-cells-on rule, I'm not expecting to find out for quite some time, not until tomorrow if he's admitted and operated on.

It was lots of fun leaving tonight. And adding to the fun, the bus driver on one leg of the route was obviously having a bad day, and some crazy dude kept walking on and off of our bus and the other parked bus while they were loading luggage, around 8 times or so, stomping on people's feet and stealing seats. Thankfully, someone kicked him off.

Mom, upon hearing all of the medical stuff, started griping that Dave should have already bought his own insurance (sure, that's possible with no income coming in), and told me that she's got hypertension and her blood pressure shoots up even more when she just thinks of Auntie Dolores. (Auntie D. was nagging her today wanting to know when I was getting married and hinting I should do so soon- I'm such an OLD MAID and all. Mom yelled back that she didn't care if I was 32 when I got married.)

I came home to find that Hill had left multiple snippy messages about how I don't clean right all over the kitchen. I SO DON'T FUCKING CARE RIGHT NOW.

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