It all started Wednesday morning, which began as a regular school day as far as I was concerned. Floyd was still asleep when I left for school (since he doesn't start work till a little later). I didn't know anything was going on until recess, when a friend of ours who's a nurse came and called me urgently from my classroom, explaining that they thought Floyd had appendicitis and were rushing him to the emergency room. He had called in with pain in his lower right abdominal area, and they thought he should get it checked out. The school secretary arranged for a sub for my class for the rest of the day, so I was able to come along when they took him to Cheng Ching Hospital.
I'll never forget that scary drive! Floyd was in excruciating pain, and we all thought his appendix was about to burst at any second. Our friend who was at the wheel drove like a maniac to try to get him there before it was too late, and we were praying hard and reciting psalms and holding our breath as she swerved through traffic and executed all sorts of probably illegal maneuvers. (Her comment: "I've always wanted to drive like this, and now I have an excuse!")
Somehow we made it to the hospital (the tall bluish building in the picture) in one piece, and I'm guessing angels were involved in protecting us on the road! Someone from the school had called ahead, and when we arrived there was an English-speaking doctor (the dad of one of our students) right there waiting for us.
After a brief examination and some questioning, and later some other tests, it was determined that the problem was not Floyd's appendix at all, but a large, impacted kidney stone. That was a relief to me, though no less painful to him. Later that afternoon he went into surgery to have it removed.
The surgery, which they did orthoscopically (sp?) and under general anesthesia, took just under an hour and a half, and apparently went smoothly. He came out feeling pretty good, all things considered. Because they didn't actually have to make an incision, he ended up in relatively little pain afterwards. It was arranged that Floyd would stay the night for observation (since it was evening by then), and leave the next day. We got a private room on the eleventh floor, where we settled down for the rest of the evening.
I had been planning on spending the night there with him, but by bedtime Floyd said he was feeling so much better that I might as well go home and get some sleep. Instead, one of the teachers from Morrison volunteered to stay over, so that he could help translate if anything came up. So I got a ride home with someone and came back first thing in the morning with a different friend.
Well, Floyd kept improving, and by early Thursday afternoon they let him check out. We took a taxi home and he's been resting in our apartment for the last couple of days. He's not quite back to full health yet, but he seems to feel better all the time, and is well enough to be bored with all the sitting around. I guess that's a good sign! We were even able to go out last night for our anniversary, to a little Japanese-style restaurant a few minutes' walk from our apartment (picture below).
Floyd is planning on going back to work on Monday, especially if he keeps improving at his current rate. In the meantime, we're thankful to God for working everything out so well. Praise the Lord that there were so many people willing and available to help, from transportation to translation to bringing food to subbing for me at school to holding us both up in prayer. The hospital was very modern and well-equipped, the doctors were experts in their fields, Floyd said the operating room was sterile and everything an operating room should be, and the total bill came to a fraction of what it would have cost back in the States. We are very thankful that everything worked out as well as it did, and we are especially grateful for all the wonderful people who stepped up to help in so many ways.
Hopefully I'll be blogging again in a few weeks with the details of our postponed weekend in Taipei!