Several days ago I went thru a smaller nightmare. My appendix was infected on my way home from Denmark. I think stress was one factor. Before I realized what it was I went to a birthday party and ate lots of good food, only that I didn’t keep it. Started to think It was bad food, or too much coffee. No sleep. Next morning I went to my grandmothers 86 years birthday and my dads brother was there, he’s a doctor. I ask him what it could be and he thought it might be the tummy dummy (before I knew the English word I used that one) then my dads sister she’s into foot therapy and started to give me some very very painfull massage – she had a very different school from her brother the doctor.
Soon my temperature went up and off I went to the hospital. Now I’m still here but without my blind gut. Life is soo much better now. :) the picture here is taken with the iPhone and by my little brother Per. Picture was taken with lots of painkillers in me. :)
Tomorrow I’ll be on my way home and can start to look at some pictures from the Danish wedding – I know there are some really really nice ones. You’ll see.