Entry Two Hundred Twenty-Four.
Thursday, 2019.10.31, 10:09 PM CST.
Twenty years ago, I got cut open on Halloween.
Current Mood:  A little nostalgic, a little pensive, but mainly... just plain tired.
Current Scent:  Pi by Givenchy.

Hello, and happy Halloween, everybody.

Just a quick thank you to someone who will probably never see it...

Twenty years ago today, on Halloween 1999, I got sliced open, and it saved my life.

Earlier that day, I was in agonizing pain.  I was the "on-call" for my team that weekend at my at-that-time day job, which meant that that day (Sunday), I was having to essentially triage major IT issues, and that day I was trying to coordinate different teams to help assist with an issue we had with rate management data.  My laptop was set up at my kitchen table, and I would work to send out the necessary information, then crawl to the bathroom to vomit, then crawl back to the kitchen table to coordinate more efforts to fix the issue.

I thought it was just a really, really bad stomach bug.  My mom encouraged me to go to urgent care, my at-the-time girlfriend drove me there, and I quickly found out that I had appendicitis.

Dr. Matt Bosquez showed up a bit later; I got knocked out, he cut me open, and he took out the inflamed appendix before it burst.

Without his help, I would have died that day.

Thank you, Dr. Bosquez.

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