On Sunday evening Van told me his stomach hurt. I told him I'm sorry there's not much I can do for a stomachache. Later that evening he was complaining more so I gave him some laxative pills and Gas X. At midnight he text me that he felt like he was dying he was in so much pain, he said he couldn't even stand up and it hurts when he coughs. I brought him some Tylenol and then I asked him to show me where it hurt. He pointed to the bottom right corner of his abdomen and then I said, oh I think we need to go to the hospital, I think you need your appendix out. Then he's like maybe it's not that bad. Well we went in and after the CAT scan it was confirmed he needed his appendix out. Unfortunately, his surgery kept getting pushed back further and further and he didn't have surgery until 10:00pm Monday night. We came home at 1:00am Tuesday morning. Thankfully, it didn't burst and thankfully he had medicine that helped him sleep the majority of the day while he waited for surgery.
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