She woke me at 7:30 this morning after she had zero hours of sleep, asking to go to the hospital.

Diagnosed at noon with appendicitis. Watched her in pain through tired eyes, tried to make witty comments to all her questions, pretended IV stand was a Pixar robot to make her laugh, drew a walrus on dry-erase board. Acted like I knew more about the appendix than I did, lied and said I was her fiance to get into pre-op (it worked). Home to eat breakfast at 4:30 PM, back to waiting room with Jessie (!!/?) and Dr. House for 2 1/2 episodes, out of recovery at 7:30.

She was so much better at the end of it all. Better than alternating between doubled over shaking and morphine induced calm.

Couldn't bring myself to bring a camera. Things like this are best remembered in the head and in text, where visuals can be obscured or forgotten.

Instead this is the night before. We fought and then went out for a walk.