So I had a different kind of experience at the hospital yesterday.
When I got home, I showed up to an empty garage, and found out that Ryan had gone into the Emergency Room. He had been having a dull ache in the lower right side of his abdomen for a couple days, went in to a walk-in clinic, who then sent him to the hospital.
Yep - appendicitis.
He did amazing. His pain tolerance (to me) seems super high, the surgery went well, and it was a fairly quick experience, especially considering it was also pretty chaotic in the emergency room itself. He is good and recovering well, at home, and more energetic than I am! Haha
What I realized about myself in this is that I am SO MUCH WORSE on the other side. Seeing him with IVs and watching a surgeon come down looking for him (before he was even back from ultrasound) put me in quite a panic. I held it together until he was taken away for surgery, but then I cried the entire hour he was in. I was trying to keep busy and pacing and trying to watch movies or read and I was simply struggling SO much more than when it's me in the hospital gown getting poked and prodded. I was so much more worried and anxious and kept trying to tell stories and keep occupied...
I do not like having to sit and wait while a loved one is going through something like that.
HE was calm as a cucumber.
Tables were turned. Feels weird.