So, I was poking at my stomach because it looked different, and I felt this round, hard spot and knew right away it was a hernia. Oh, joy, I thought, and had my husband feel it, too. Unfortunately, he agreed with me. I went to the doctor Friday and he poked at it and also agreed with me. While I was asking him if this is something I need to take care of right now, he already had one of his lovely assistants calling a surgeon. I see her on September 7. Now I have to keep her from scheduling surgery until after the 15th of September to I can go to my Art & Authors Fair at the library! I've spent quite a bit of money getting ready for that thing - remember, I even bought a plastic table cloth - and I don't want to miss it.
Ah, the fun never ends.