Wednesday, July 7, 2010

I Don't Do Trash ... Wait

I don't do trash. That's one of the jobs in the house that is strictly a boy job. It wasn't long into the marriage that Tim found out this little tidbit about me. After almost seven and a half years of marriage we haven't had any problems.

I have been off for the summer and have been trying to get some deeper cleaning
and organizing done. Needless to say there was a little more trash than normal. Tim had been pretty busy at work so he didn't get around to taking it out. This is what things looked like after just two days.
There was even more by the door. Gross, I know. But remember, I don't do trash.

Well, I didn't do trash. Just a week after this incident, this happened.
My trash man was in the hospital. Tim started complaining about his stomach hurting Thursday morning when we were getting ready for our niece's wedding. I didn't think much of it. He complains about pains a lot. We made it through the wedding ceremony and he was still complaining. I thought he was just hungry because I didn't let him stop for doughnuts on the way to the temple. But after the luncheon he was still complaining. He didn't have too much time to think about it though because of all the goings on that day.

Friday morning rolled around and he was still hurting. He said he was going to call the doctor because he thought he might have appendicitis. I probably rolled my eyes. He's always self-diagnosing. I have to remember though, he's usually right with his self-diagnosis. He called from the doctor's office saying that he was going in for a cat-scan. He ended up coming home first because he had to drink something or other before hand.

We got to the hospital, had the procedure and they told Tim to go home. I thought that sounded pretty weird so we stopped to ask. The tech came out about two minutes later and said, "Wait right here. Don't go anywhere yet." Then in another two minutes she came back out and said, "Come with me. We're going to admit you for surgery." Crazy!

Things went really well with the surgery and recovery. He even got some nice flowers and balloons out of it. But the thing he liked the best, I'm sure, was that he didn't have to take out the trash for a whole week!



4 comments:

Kristi said...

man, can you believe the things some hubby's will do to get out of a little house work ;)
I'm glad Tim is all recovered and appendix free!

Lucinda said...

Hope Time is feeling better!

*~Petra~* said...

That IS crazy! I don't do trash either... trash or ironing! :) Glad hubby is better.

Anita said...

I got out of doing the trash right after we got married because I got preggo and it make me throw up to even OPEN the trash. I'm not sure where I went wrong lately, though... I am expected to do it from time to time, now :P

Sorry to hear about your "trash man", though! Glad to know he got that problem fixed :)