I had a appendicitis this weekend and did not die. 100 years ago that would not have been the case.
And there are pain relievers and anesthesia today. The pain was enormous when it ruptured and I can only think of all the soldiers throughout history who died of gut-shots with nothing but a shot whiskey to ease the pain.
All the people who are here to take care of me. Not just the ones I see, but the ones I don’t, like the lab techs. And all the people here. The surgeon is the rock star, but the custodian who changed my trash and swept my floor is an angel, as well.
The pain has eased. Still there – they removed part of my body, after all – but it’s so much better it feels good.
I take for granted how good it feels just to feel normal. Any day that I don’t experience tormenting pain like is filled with bliss.