My name is Brady Evans. I had an interesting past week. It started on the Sunday of General Conference. I made myself a delicious garlic and pepper steak for lunch. Actually I had 3 steaks. Later that day, my stomach started hurting. Tums didn't help. Neither did anything else. I kept thinking the pain would go away, but as the week progressed the pain only got worse. Friday morning, the pain was at an all-time high. I called in sick to work and debated whether or not to go to the doctor. I really didn't want to go, and I figured that the stomach ache would just go away over the weekend. Thankfully, my parents encouraged me to go and get it checked out. I went to the BYU health center place and the doctor was pretty convinced I needed a CT scan. I tried to talk him out of it. I was too busy for all of that medical stuff. He made me promise to get the test done and actually called the hospital to set it up.
Next, I went to the hospital and got the test. The nurse guy there was really cool and kind of looked like Jason Statham. We talked about hunting and stuff while I had to drink 1.5 liters of really gross Pepsi. Then I had to get an IV. I hate needles. And the nurse guy put it up on the side of my bicep, not the normal place. So after my CT scan, I had to sit and read more hunting magazines while the dude went over my results. He came back in and told me that my weekend plans were about to change. I had to go straight to the ER and have surgery to take out my appendix. He was really encouraging and showed me the pics of my stomach on the computer. We talked for a few more minutes and then I drove over to the ER.
The rest of the day is pretty boring. I got admitted to the surgery place and basically had to sit and watch ESPN for about 3 hours while they got stuff prepped for the operation. All of my nurses were married. Or guys. The anesthesiologist was one of my favorites. We talked about college and majors and life. She majored in Public Health at Utah State and hated it. She would have done history if she could go back in time. One of the last things I remember before going under is the anesthesiologist giving me 2 "gold stars" and putting them on my stomach. I think they were actually reading my vital signs.
When I woke up, I was watching ESPN again. And Dallin, Allie, Jason, Analee, and Kevin came to visit. They were very kind. I can't remember much of what we talked about. But Kevin was doing origami for a long time. Then Brad, Kenzie, Heather, and Melinda came by. And we walked around the hospital wing. And Brad had chipped his tooth. But that is all I can remember.
Spending the night in the hospital is the worst type of sleepover someone can experience. They don't let you rest. I had a really chill dude who was my nurse. But he kept waking me up to take more blood samples and poke me. When morning finally came, I had a Peruvian lady nurse and she was very kind. She kept telling me she wanted to have grandchildren, but her daughter and son-in-law weren't going to have kids anytime soon. So I called her grandma whenever I called her on my button. The next morning, Allen came to get me out of the hospital and we went to the BYU game. It was really exciting but we lost.
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| Serene and Erika! |
Over the next few days, I recovered pretty quick. The cuts are already pretty healed and I can walk fine. Also, Jill and Martha brought some crumbly cake over and Erika and Serene brought me a delicious pumpkin milk shake. I still feel like a part of me is missing, but I am sure that the feeling will pass. Right now I am just listening to Taylor Swift's newer songs and drinking room-temperature water.
Sincerely, Brady Evans
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