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.
and happy Halloween, everybody.
a quick thank you to someone who will probably never see it...
years ago today, on Halloween 1999, I got sliced open, and it saved
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.
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.
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.
his help, I would have died that day.
you, Dr. Bosquez.