I'm surprised, that illness was really nasty. I guess it was just a stomach bug, but it included some HORRIBLE stabbing pains, I couldn't even stand up straight for a few days. It's still a little twitchy.

Since I'm such a drama queen, I decided pretty early on that the stabbing pains were probably a sign of organ failure, or possibly perforated intestines. I had our huge anatomy poster book out and I was trying to determine what was going on, and I had it narrowed down to a ruptured spleen. I figured I was probably already going into septic shock, and would soon be dead, so there was no use calling the doctor or anything.

Of course, I'm completely fine, which I pretty much understood the whole time. But, there always is that nagging fear that something big is going down. Does that ever happen to you?

While I was researching all of the things that could possibly be wrong with me, before I rejected appendicitis because the pains were on the wrong side, I discovered a new word. This word is so amazingly cool that I'm trying to find a way to work it into conversation regularly. I think you should learn it, too, there'll be a quiz.

fecalith

Hope your weekend is going well!

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