SO...Jason has been complaining of stomach problems for like 4 years now. On Sunday I had, had it. We were with his family that night and he probably said 2 words the whole night. He said his stomach hurt. I very nicely and patiently told him he needs to go to a doctor because as much as I have loved hearing about it for all these years, I think others are tired of it. I would gladly have let it continue because that is what a great and sensitive wife I am. So Sunday night he slept like crap, and in turn I slept like crap. Monday he went to work at like 4:45am, and at 8 he was dying. So shockingly he called to make an appt. with the doctor. They said they couldn't get him in until next week (we thought it was his ulcers) but by 11am he was dying. So again shockingly he took himself to the hospital, and called me a little later saying they were going to do surgery and it was his appendix. The surgery went great, and a week later he is still in some pain, but getting better. So thanks to all those who helped: Garn with the blessing, My Dad and Jeannie and Garrett with the kids, Dani for the warm cookies you ate and said were for us, Jen and Liz for dinner, Schrader's for dinner (I know, I have good friends. Who makes dinner for people when there husband gets sick?), and all the calls of people being worried. I know you all want to see his pictures of his appendix....So here you go, a look inside of Jason.
Just FYI Sam is my favorite nephew right now. I know you might think it is rude to play favorites, but he can say my name cuter than anyone I know. I LOVE YA, SAMMY. Even though your parents think you aren't very bright, and cry a lot. I love ya.
So we decided that the St. George Half is a good Despain tradition. We also thought with the training going through the holidays it would really help with losing the holiday lbs. It didn't really work for me, but I can't imagine how much I would weigh without running everyday. Well race day came, and I felt good that morning from mile 6 on I started getting really sick. First I took out my hair to help the headache, and then I just looked like pure ugliness, and it went down hill from there. I gotta say I really didn't want to finish, but didn't want to feel like a loser when my brother and sister were at the finish line, and I drive up in the car all lame. So I pushed through, and hope on my next race to not get sick. Why I didn't get sick on training days I am not sure, but I never want to feel or look that crappy again in front of that many people. If you don't believe me I am putting up a really bad picture of me. The other pictures Jason took to show me who finished before me. He thought he was funny until he saw me, and then apologized. Thanks to my family for driving all the way to St. George to support me, and a shout out to my Dad who couldn't run because of Gall Bladder surgery. Way to go Jared who is the fastest guy I've ever met, and Dani who killed me. Love ya
